NovelStartShe explained a few more words, and worried that it would get worse.
Luther's eyes flickered slightly. Had she over-explained?
"Miss Knowles, you might as well think about how to get rid of the car behind you first."
He narrowed his eyes and suddenly thought of a way to test her further.
He pressed a button with his own thumb to unlock the center console with his fingerprint.
A small drawer then popped up next to the center console.
He took a pink compact pistol out of it.
Then put it on the center console.
"Miss Knowles, you may take it for protection later, just in case." His eyes were almost burned into her, and he wanted to see every
nuance from her expression.
Joyce was overwhelmed when she caught a glimpse of the pistol.
She was just thinking, why would there be such a special hidden box set up with a fingerprint lock in his sports car.
It turned out that it was used to place a pistol.
And she sure recognized this gun. He gave it to her and she left it in Eden Apartment. At the tof the cliff accident, she did not
take anything with her.
She instantly understood that he was still testing her.
Her grip on the steering wheel kept tightening, and her nails almost carved deep marks on the special crocodile leather.
"What is it?" She tried to keep her tone as smooth as possible, but despite this, there was a slight tremor in her voice.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"A toy? It's quite pretty." Her lips even trembled slightly as she spoke.
"Witness Paffner, by Mufron EAA Weapons, 380acp ammunition, 13-round magazine, modified by Master Wilson for faster and more
accurate shooting, limited edition."
"A real gun, which you'll use for defense later." Luther stared at her coldly.
"Huh." Joyce pretended to laugh, "Mr. Warner, have you been watching too many movies lately? How could | possibly use this?
Hurry up and put it away."
"Yeah? You don't know how to use a gun?" Luther's sharp gaze swept over her like a hawk.
She was too quick to deny it. In particular, she asked him if it was a toy at first. It sounded like she wanted to cover up.
Joyce took a deep breath and suddenly said.
"Mr. Warner, sit tight. Let's get rid of them now."
After saying that, she slammed the gas pedal to the bottom.
A few hundred meters ahead, multiple roads were converging.
She drove the sports car to the leftmost lane and glanced behind her at the black car, and sure enough the black car followed her
to the leftmost lane.
Her lips curled up in a wild and uninhibited smile.
When she was about to get on a bridge, she suddenly hit the steering wheel, accelerated, drifted, and within a few seconds, sped
across five lanes. At the moment when she was about to get to the entry of the bridge, she suddenly drifted the car onto the
rightmost road.
The trailing black car certainly could not react in time, but it was too late for it to change lanes and they would have to continue to
drive forward.
Acceleration, drifting, turning ... all the movements were beautiful and precise, and Luther was stunned.
He never knew a woman could also drive a sports car in such a dominant and eye-catching way.
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