"Polly Sutton, are you insane?"
If I hadn't stopped in time, she'd be lying in a hospital by now.
Does this woman have any brains at all?
Polly Sutton was suddenly stunned by the shouting. From her recent interactions, she could tell if Victor Parker was truly angry. And right now, he was genuinely mad.
We were just starting. Even if I braked hard, she wouldn't be hurt, would she? Why get so angry?
Rich people sure are delicate, all afraid of dying.
"I'm going with you to M Country." Polly Sutton didn't have time to care about his anger and blurted out the main reason she came running down.
She was already sweating from the run, her words coming out in pants.
Victor looked at the panting Polly Sutton, rolled up the car window, and had Andrew Lindsey drive.
"Hey..." Polly watched Victor leave, kicked the air, and said, "Are men all petty like this?"
Victor was so angry with her that his head hurt. He'd never seen such a troublesome and brainless woman.
