Next to the tree-lined path, a black Bentley stopped quietly.
“I’m very disappointed in you.”
The low male voice swayed gently in the enclosed space, but the woman in the car shuddered.
What the man said was not to her, but she still felt an invisible pressure.
The finger placed on the side of her leg slammed into the cushion under her body, and the woman pursed her lips, lowered her head and said nothing, letting her eyes be blocked by the hanging hair. Sleeping on the seat.
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