After dealing with some documents at the company, it was already eleven o'clock, and Samuel Morgan had a social engagement at the Emperor Palace Hotel, so the two of them simply headed over together.
The underground parking garage.
Samuel Morgan clutched the door of the driver's seat, uncertainly looking at Kiera, "Boss, are you sure you're driving?"
Kiera raised an eyebrow, "Is there a problem?"
Samuel Morgan dared not say there was a problem.
He walked to the passenger seat, deeply conflicted, and then despondently fastened his seatbelt.
Kiera, new to the driver's seat, started the car.
The intense buzzing sound of the sports car echoed in the underground parking lot, causing Samuel Morgan to close his eyes in despair.
Then, he felt the car shake violently for a moment before... it began to move slowly.
He wished he could shrink into his seat and hide his face from view.
How embarrassing!
So embarrassing!
Whose sports car drives only thirty miles per hour?
