Zach said nothing.
Serena was in pain as his grip tightened. She frowned and yanked her hand free.
"Drunken fool. If you can't even understand what I'm saying, then just go home," she said coldly.
Then, she looked around, searching for the so-called "low-profile" car Hugh had mentioned.
However, Zach refused to let it go.
"At this hour? Are you waiting for Hugh? You know damn well—"
A loud beep sounded.
Serena couldn't be bothered to argue with him. As she pressed the key fob, a Cullinan on her right flashed its lights.
Her car was the same model as Hugh's. However, his car was black, and hers was white.
She arched an eyebrow.
A Cullinan? Was this considered "low-profile"?
Hugh clearly had a different definition of the word.
Without hesitation, she walked toward the white Cullinan, leaving Zach frozen in place.
With the Jansen Group's wealth, there was no way they would give a Cullinan to an unloved daughter.
Not even Foster Group would treat a Cullinan like a casual ride. Who would throw around money like that?
So, was this car a gift from Hugh?
Zach's expression turned grim.
Beside him, Wendy's eyes widened in shock.
That Cullinan was worth millions, yet Serena was going to drive it in her loungewear?
The two of them stood frozen in shock.
Meanwhile, Serena had already adjusted her seat and stepped on the accelerator, heading straight for the villa in search of porcelain. To her, a car was just a means of transportation.
The taillights vanished into the underground garage. Only then did Wendy slowly come back to her senses.
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