On the winding mountain road, rows of luxurious cars blocked the way entirely; the flashy sports cars almost dazzled Joanna Ramsey.
"Victor Bennett, is this a car show?" Joanna asked foolishly.
Victor's face darkened, and he pinched her cheek hard, issuing a low warning.
"Why did I bring you here? Don't speak out of line when you get out of the car, you're embarrassing me!"
Joanna swatted his hand away, glaring at him in anger.
"You obviously tricked me into coming!"
"Hey, you shameless girl, have some decency!"
As they spoke, a man in a black leather jacket walked over, leaning his hand on the doorframe, laughing frivolously.
"I say, Victor, first you're late, and now you're flirting instead of getting out of the car?"
Hearing this, Victor turned his head, dismissively knocking the man's hand away, then wiped where the car had been touched.
"None of your business. So, what's the plan today?"
