SKREEE—!
With an earth-shattering sound, the expensive luxury car drifted sharply as Maxwell Peary abruptly wrenched the steering wheel.
"Ah!"
Nia Mitchell screamed in fear, instantly steadying herself, terrified of being thrown out.
SCREECH—!
The piercing sound of brakes tore through the night. Maxwell Peary reached out his right hand to grab Nia Mitchell, who was lurching forward from inertia.
"Ah! Why did you suddenly stop the car!"
Nia Mitchell, still shaken, yelled and angrily slapped Maxwell Peary's arm several times, her face pale from the shock.
"Can't you drive properly?"
Nia Mitchell yelled. She had already been scared enough outside the Royal Dynasty Hotel, and now he had frightened her again.
"Nia Mitchell."
A flicker of anger crossed Maxwell Peary's eyes. He suddenly reached out, forcefully tilting up her delicate little chin, and lowered his head to claim her rosy lips. He was somewhat rough as he tried to pry open her tightly clenched teeth.
