"Yes, sir!"
The driver was Oliver Thompson's assistant. Although he didn't understand why his boss suddenly stopped the car and then said to catch up with the other car, he obediently complied.
Oliver Thompson had moved from his original position in the back seat to the middle. The man's deep eyes were locked onto the Land Rover in front through the windshield, and his usually noble and elegant face was now covered with a heavy layer of gloom. Watching the green light blinking constantly ahead, the black Land Rover sports car quickly turned right at the intersection.
With a bang, a fist slammed onto the car's leather seat, producing a loud noise: "Are you a snail? Or am I too poor to fill the car with gasoline?!"
The driver sweated: "Sir, this is Andras City. If we are caught running a red light by traffic police, the time we waste will be even longer. So..."
"You just drive, did I ask you to deal with other matters?"
