Samuel Johnson entered the back seat, and Joy Parker looked at him with a bit of fear, whispering, "I can take another car..."
"Jordan Guthrie's people are around here," Samuel Johnson said indifferently, glancing up at her, "If you dare to take another car, go ahead."
Joy Parker's expression became one of fright. She looked around anxiously, feeling as though every passerby had suddenly taken on a loathsome appearance, and quickly got into the car.
She sat next to Samuel Johnson, edging as close to the door as possible to avoid even brushing against his clothes.
"Today..." Joy Parker moved her lips slightly, murmuring in a low voice, "I'm sorry..."
The man didn't speak, but slowly turned his head to look at her. His face was sinister and covered with frost, frightening Joy Parker into silence.
She knew she had crossed a line with Samuel Johnson this time. The man was so enraged that she deserved it.
