Betony Springfield breathed a sigh of relief, leaned against the car door, and looked out. Since she was relaxed, Alpine Village's farmland and fishing pond felt more pleasing to the eye.
Just as Betony Springfield was thinking this, she heard a loud beep coming from a car horn. Looking up, a Volkswagen car model was approaching straight in front of her.
What a terrifying car!
"Becocep!!" The driver in the opposite lane honked again.
The sandy path in the field was very narrow. With the winding course, traffic could only pass through two alternate lanes.
Even though Iris Simpson didn't want to give in, and the other party's car was still a Volkswagen, there was no other way for her car to get through the narrow road.
Ferrari and Volkswagen slowed down one after the other and simultaneously passed almost next to each other.
At that moment, Betony Springfield saw the man sitting in the back seat of the car.
That was a face that could make the world fall in love with him!
She had long eyebrows at the temples, a high nose bridge, and her thin lips gave her a cold and harsh air!
The moment was too brief for Betony Springfield to see clearly.
"What are you looking at?" Iris Simpson asked doubtfully as she saw Betony Springfield look back repeatedly.
"Mom! He's so handsome! The man I saw in the car just now was more handsome than Brother Aaron!" Betony Springfield said excitedly.
Tris Simpson looked at the silly Betony Springfield and shook her head, speechless. "He's just a compatriot. Don't compare brother Aaron to dogs and Gauls. Aaron is an outstanding student who graduated from the Grand Academy. Last year, his college professor named him a distinguished student. He is a role model for you. and Joey!"
"Oh, I know." Betony Springfield smiled after being lectured. Although Iris Simpson made a lot of sense, the man now was really handsome!
Dante Westwood, who was driving the Volkswagen, looked at the name of the village carved in stone and said: "Boss, we have arrived at Alpine Village",
Altair Mo raised his head, his eyes were filled with coldness. The air temperature in the car felt a bit cold.
Lucien Goldstein, who was sitting next to Altair Mo, hung up his phone. He craned his head, looked ahead, and saw the famous name of the town carved into a rock by the side of the road. "OMG! We're finally here, my butt hurts! If I'd known it was that far away, we should have taken a helicopter."
As he spoke, Lucien Goldstein twisted his body, stretched out his legs, and kicked at the front driver's seat. "I'm sorry. Just focus on driving," Lucien Goldstein said to Dante Westwood, then turned his head to look at Altair Mo. "Mr. Mo, I know we have to keep a low profile this time. But no. "I don't have to drive. a fucking car, right? I can't even stretch my legs. Is this cushion made of marble? It is very hard".
Altair Mo looked at Lucien Goldstein indifferently. "No one is forcing you to come."
"How can you say that? Do you think I'm not worried about Bun? He's so small, alone and helpless. He could be locked in a small dark room right now, crying."
Altair Mo mercilessly said: "he will not cry if you cry."
Lucien Goldstein was speechless.
Lucien Goldstein thought of the cool and sullen Bun and felt that Altair Mo looked exactly like him. If he and Bun were kept in a small black room at the same time, alone, he wasn't sure if Altair Mo would cry or not. But he was sure that Altair Mo would not be as calm as Bun.
Bun was worthy of being the son of Altair Mo: cold and impersonal. Either way, he had never seen Bun cry, even when Altair Mo scolded him, Bun had never shown weakness before.
Bun grew up together with Altair Mo and had never seen him cry before.