"If you don't stop talking nonsense, would you believe me if I said I'd throw you into the Sahara?"
The Sahara is a vast desert, and if you were really thrown in there, you wouldn't be able to get a taxi, let alone catch a bird.
Such a blatantly blatant threat, it's really Baron Lawrence's typical style!
Enna Clark obediently closed her mouth.
As if she had never said anything.
The car fell quiet for a while as she held the cup and sipped it once in a while to relieve the awkwardness.
The man opposite her was the exact opposite, leisurely stretching his body and taking out documents to read, as if she was not in the car.
The air went still.
Enna lowered her head to drink water again, only to find that the water in the cup had already been unknowingly finished by her.
She awkwardly held the empty water cup, secretly depressed that she had drunk the water too quickly just now. With the water gone, she had nothing to do. She could only raise her head and look around randomly.
