From his gentle and caring voice, she heard the finality.
Perhaps he really would only ever see her as a sister for the rest of his life.
This realization made Effie Wilson's tears roll down uncontrollably, the car's speed unconsciously increased, and suddenly, a car in front braked sharply. By the time Effie noticed, it was too late. She braked and turned the steering wheel sharply to the left.
Bam!
The car avoided the one that braked suddenly but collided with a black Baojun in the front left.
The impact wasn't strong, the airbag didn't deploy, and Effie Wilson's head hit the steering wheel, making her feel a bit dizzy.
"How are you driving?" James Harris got out of his car, looking at his car that had been dented by a pink Ferrari, and he couldn't be more distressed as his anger spiked.
The car might not be a luxury car, but it was new, and he was still attached to it.
People always like new things.
