Henson narrowed his eyes and looked at her.
She was a little frightened. "Hey, I mean I have the license, but I haven't got much experience in driving. But if I get a car, I have the confidence that I will be able to drive well."
Henson scoffed for she changed her speech soon.
"Baron. Stop."
Baron immediately pulled over.
Henson slanted his chin forward and said to Wendy, "Then go and drive the car. "
"Me?" Wendy lowered her voice unconsciously.
"Baron. You are free to go now."
Baron looked back with worries.
Before he could say anything, Henson spoke coldly, "Didn't you hear that?"
"Yes, Mr. Charles, I am leaving."
Baron quickly unbuckled the seat belt and left the car.
The moment the door was closed, Baron's eyes met with Wendy’s.
He seemed saying to Wendy that you'd better pray for yourself.
After Baron left, she looked to him and asked again, "Mr. Charles. Are... Are you kidding? "
"I am giving you a chance to prove yourself."
"But I don't need it."
"Then let's spend a night here. I am not the one who bragged about her driving skills. And I would not be the one who should be ashamed for this situation."
"I'm saving troubles for you. Your car is too luxurious. If I happen to cause a car accident, you will suffer a big loss. Besides, you are in the car now, if you get any injuries because of me, I can't forgive myself."
She was good at flattery, but he didn't buy it.
"It's fine to me as long as you can be my accompany in the hell. And staying with me there, you might get benefits for your next life. Like, you might get an ability to drive when you are born."
Wendy's mouth couldn't help but twitch. Was this man so petty?
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