When the car reached the bustling city area, Purple Summers asked Yolanda Summers to get off.
"Why?!" The anger Yolanda had been suppressing all the way burst out instantly. She couldn't see Young Master Graves and now she was even being kicked out of the car by Purple Summers!
Purple Summers casually commented, "Don't you want to go home? Mr. Jefferson and I have something to do elsewhere, do you also want to tag along?"
Yolanda gritted her teeth: "What's so important that you can't go tomorrow?!"
"Can't." Purple Summers shook her head without thinking, "Tomorrow is Monday, I have to go to class."
Yolanda had no choice but to step out of the car angrily. She stood in the biting cold wind on the main road, inelegantly waving down a taxi in her high heels.
Purple Summers watched her unwillingness, a wicked smile spreading across her face.
