"Eh!"
Subconsciously, she cried out, attracting the attention of the man focused on his laptop.
Kevin Cliff lifted his head, his gaze as sharp as an eagle's, sweeping toward her who had suddenly spoken out. And as if it were destined by the heavens, the figure outside the car window brushed past the very moment he turned his head!
Feeling his stern gaze, Charlotte Green realized what she had done. How could anyone on the outside hear her with such a top-class car's insulation? And she had called out to him—could he possibly think she dared to challenge his authority?
Watching as Abigail Summer's figure disappeared from view, she bowed her head in regret.
"So loud; are you protesting because I'm ignoring you?" came his icy, low voice.
Had she finally decided to protest? Was she no longer tolerating his coercion because it led her to harm her left hand?
