"Mm, call me when we arrive."
Turstin Muller mumbled, slurring his words before he fell silent. All that could be heard was his long, even breaths, as if he had already descended into dreams.
Valentine Teller reached into his suit pocket, retrieving the car keys, waiting for the driver to take over.
Shortly, someone sat in the driver's seat, and Valentine handed over the keys. Looking up, she said, "To…"
Why is it him?
Mark Reed turned back to take the keys. He didn't need her to tell him the destination; he already knew.
Starting the car, he glanced at the two behind him through the rearview mirror. His mood soured, he withdrew his cold gaze, focusing earnestly on driving.
It wasn't until they exited the parking lot that Valentine collected her thoughts, suppressing the turmoil in her heart, and said with forced composure, "Mr. Reed, we've already hired a driver, no need to trouble you to drive for us…"
