After hearing Jessica Flack's yell, Basil Jaak quickly withdrew his fist, turning to face in her direction, only to see her standing with a little girl.
"Sis, it's him, he stole your car," the little girl complained, pointing at Basil Jaak.
"Sis?" Basil Jaak widened his eyes in surprise, looking at the two of them, his mouth agape enough to swallow two duck eggs.
He never dreamed they were sisters, but on closer inspection, he thought that Jessica Flack and Krystal Flack actually looked pretty similar—both were tall and beautiful. But due to the age difference, Jessica appeared aloof and glamorous, while Krystal seemed much more eccentric and mischievous.
"They truly are sisters. They both have the same style and attitude. One schema got me to leave after I had saved her; the other one blamed me for stealing the car when I reprimanded her for unreasonable behavior. Sure enough, birds of a feather flock together," Basil Jaak muttered bitterly to himself.
