"Nathan Moore, please, could you drive slower? I am scared, really scared..."
Hardeness proving futile, Titus Zane could only plead softly. She had figured it out; this man just wanted to scare her.
Yet, even though she knew he was trying to scare her, she had no choice but to beg for mercy. She had just eaten a bowl of noodles, not yet digested, and now, her stomach was already in turmoil, seeming ready to erupt within minutes.
She didn't want to lose face.
"You're begging me?" The man turned his face towards her again, a smirk that was rather annoying.
Titus Zane nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, I am begging you, Nathan Moore, please drive slower, I beg you to drive slower."
Titus Zane's submission seemed to please Nathan Moore, who turned back and spoke in an unhurried tone, contrasting with the speedy drive.
"Keep begging, and I might consider it."
Titus Zane...
