Gabriel Moore and Vivian Morgan sat in the backseat, silent.
Throughout the ride, the atmosphere in the car was heavy, their expressions as dark as ink.
"Why don't you all say something!"
David Townsend said while munching on chips.
Even Hiram Southgate, who was driving, couldn't help but glance back at him, "Shut up!"
David closed his mouth, pouting, "Why are you being so fierce to me? I didn't do anything wrong!"
"You've done plenty of wrong things! Just hush!"
If it weren't for you suddenly saying Vivian was keeping a young man, that big shot wouldn't be sulking and refusing to speak.
Gabriel Moore was sitting right behind him, and he could feel the waves of cold air emanating from him.
Vivian was completely unaware, leaning against the car seat, saying, "Where are you going? Drop me off somewhere first!"
Gabriel couldn't help but speak, "Why? Are you meeting someone so soon?"
Vivian frowned and said, "Yeah, didn't you know? Why does your tone sound so weird?"
