"Mr. Quinn, with a luxury car like this, you're obviously a man of wealth and status. What kind of woman couldn't a man like you find? Why insist on chasing after me, a woman you find so disdainful and disgusting? Besides, if you despise me this much, why are you still so desperate to sleep with me? Should I say you have a split personality, Mr. Quinn, or that you're just a pervert?"
Clara Grant had thrown so many thinly veiled insults at him, but all she got in return was a slight frown from Seth Quinn.
Just as Clara Grant was about to say something more, he suddenly leaned toward her. She flinched, instinctively leaning back as far as she could.
"Y-you... what are you doing? We're in a car! And this car is parked right at my school's gate! Don't try anything, or I'll scream."
