"Misunderstanding, total misunderstanding. Just wait, I'll hail a cab by the roadside." Evelyn Sherman unbuckled her seatbelt and turned to push the car door open.
"You've already attracted enough attention by getting into my car. If you were to get out now and someone saw you…" Chester Yale's indifferent voice slowly sounded.
There was no emotion in his tone, but the implied meaning of his words was very clear.
Evelyn's hand, which had just touched the car door, shrank back.
If he wouldn't drop her off, and she couldn't get out, what was she supposed to do now?
Evelyn looked at him helplessly. Chester turned his head, a wicked smile played across his lips as he said, word by word, "The mistake is Mr. Sherman's own doing, why is it any of my concern? Should anyone see us, I would appreciate if Mr. Sherman could clear things up for me, so as to avoid rumours about casting couch, which would tarnish my reputation."
Evelyn Sherman: "..."
