"Just take care of yourself,"
Lydia Howell said, and then walked over to the motorcycle, her arm around Raelynn Howell's shoulder.
Carson Flores watched Lydia's retreating figure and couldn't help a wry chuckle.
Was he being underestimated?
On second thought, given that the Woolery, Browning, and Howell families were old prestigious local families of Polgel, their influence was naturally colossal. Moreover, since he didn't carry the Woolery name, what could he do if the Howell family couldn't even deal with the Browning family?
The matter of him crippling the Woolery family was sure to be hushed up by them and not leaked to outsiders. Therefore, it was understandable that Lydia, the Howell family's proud daughter, would underestimate him.
Lydia started the motorcycle, and with the loud roar of its powerful engine, she sped away into the distance.
"Raelynn's aunt is so cool,"
