A Vengeful Girl novel Chapter 133

They might be late for the interview. They had to hurry now.

"Brian, I'm going to be late for your sake." Linda said.

"Does it have to do anything with me?" Brian was confused.

He had been here for just 10 minutes. How could a mere 10 minutes affect her schedule?

"I was about to go. My interview is at 2 PM. But your arrival disrupted my plan. So, I'm going to be late... What if you screw it up?" Linda teased him. Obviously, she wanted him to be blamed.

"Oh, Jesus. How could you blame me for that? Well, how about this? Let me drive the car. I promise to take you there before 2 PM."

Brian was confident in his driving skills. He believed he could get there in 20 minutes, no matter the traffic.

"Okay, that's a deal. If you fail to do so, you are forbidden from meeting Bun." Linda agreed.

Brian rushed to the underground garage. He was worrying that Bun would not be quick enough. What if he couldn't make it? He didn't want to lose Bun, whom he wanted to marry.

Brian came in and saw Bun sitting on the driving seat.

He hurriedly snatched the key from Bun's hand and said: "Bun, move to the passenger seat. I'll drive."

"Why? Master Brian?" Bun got confused. Even if Brian was coming with them, she should be driving the car.

"No special reason. Move to the passenger seat. Isn't your Young Lady in a hurry? She said she must get there before 2 PM! We're getting late."

Bun didn't move. Brian picked her up and tried to put her on the passenger seat. Bun struggled to release his grasp, thumping his shoulder in the process. She blushed and screamed, "Put me down, Master!"

After they were both seated, the car whizzed out of the garage.

The speed scared Bun. They were supposed to drive slowly in the garage. How could he drive so fast!

They picked Linda up at the gate and moved on.

The speed reached over 100 m/h in a few seconds.

Linda immediately regretted teasing him. She had to suffer now.

"Brian, why are you driving so fast? Fasten the seat belt. It's too dangerous!" said Linda worriedly.

"Aren't you getting late? You will miss the interview if I drive slowly. It takes about 25 minutes to get to the senior high school."

"The seat belt!" Linda yelled.