When they arrived at the underground parking lot, the corners of Viola's mouth twitched severely. "Mr. Chu, you just said that we would stroll around here, but now you seem to want to drive, saying that you'd like to take a trip to another city by yourself."
Hearing that, Maynard stopped the car door. After taking a look at her, he played the same trick again and said, "Hmm? I have to call your chief to ask if she is willing to allow you to go out with me."
He reached out for his phone.
Upon hearing him, Viola was almost driven mad. She gasped for three or four times and said, "Mr. Chu, you're right. I'll listen to you."
He just wanted to force her to give in? She did what he wanted, okay?
As she had expected, after hearing her words, Maynard, who had been on the phone, hung up the phone and gestured her to get on the car.
Viola snorted, opened the door of the back seat, got in and heavily closed the door, as if to vent her inner discontent.
When she saw that Maynard, who was in the driver's seat, stepped on the gas and drove away, she could do nothing but laugh bitterly. She didn't expect that the famous Maynard would take the initiative to be a driver and that she would feel better somehow.
A chuckle played at first. Then a light bulb went off in her eyes. "Mr. Chu, you're a good driver."
While driving, Maynard took a look at her through the rearview mirror and continued to look at the road ahead. "Thank you for your praise. The second person who praised me last time has disappeared in front of my eyes."
A cold shiver ran down her spine as something terrible came to Viola's mind. She tried her best to put on a smiling face and said, "Mr. Chu, I take back my words, and you just pretend that you didn't hear them."