There were so many cars on the road. His car turned left and right, dodged and slammed on the brake. He was driving casually, but Nancy was almost choked by his bumps.

She had no time to talk to him. She wanted to throw up and get out of the car...

A Benz whizzed past Moore. The driver rolled down the window and looked back at him. "The convertible is driving at such a speed?"

Moore narrowed his eyes and said, "How dare you provoke me?"

He stepped hard on the accelerator and the car sped up again.

The two cars fought against each other as if there were only the two cars on the road.

They were happy, but Nancy was miserable.

She covered her mouth and was about to vomit.

"Wait, wait..."

As soon as she opened her mouth, her tongue was almost stuck out by the wind.

"What are you doing?" He had a bad attitude.

"Can you stop for a while?" She almost vomited in his car.

He pulled over reluctantly.

She didn't care about her image. She ran to the roadside and vomited heavily.

"Gee." He sat in the car and looked at her from a distance. "Sorry, I just like racing. I'm a professional racing driver, so... "

She wiped her mouth silently and sat back in the car.

"Let's go." Her eyes were full of tears.

She felt so bad...

He didn't move.

He just said, "So, Miss Nancy, my car can only accept a woman who is suitable for my speed. I don't think you can get used to it, understand? "

She lowered her head and bit her lower lip tightly.

She just didn't want him to see the tears in her eyes.

"You are not me. You don't know if I can or not." She whispered.

He didn't hear her. He just clenched the steering wheel and looked straight ahead. "I'll drive you back. Tonight, just pretend that you haven't seen me."

Tears welled up in her eyes.

Her fingers tightly grasped the hemline of her knees, and her fingertips turned pale.

He didn't care, and he couldn't care either.

She was just a passer-by. Why should he care so much?

The car whizzed a few times and finally drove a little bit normally this time.

sent to the teahouse

she pushed the door open, the

back. "Moore, are you


Moore felt disgusted.

shrugged and said, "I'm afraid

burst into laughter, and York also showed a smile on his face, which softened his


you went back to

stunned and his eyes widened. "Dad, what

an interview. The human resources department has informed her of it. If there wasn't a small accident, she wouldn't have been unable to make it." Anyway,

"Forget it. I just said that. You can't break the rules of your company. My daughter is also very stupid.

the legal procedures. A pure girl like her would learn everything very soon. Moore was so stupid. He had just entered the company and messed up everything. Besides,



on his face. "Nancy, come to the company tomorrow. I

want to throw up?" Moore said in a low


had full

love with York Nelson when he was young. Now that he had a son, he would use him as a tool to get close to the man he had fallen in love with when he

What a shame.

his father picked him up in the rubbish heap!

on the door and opened it. He wriggled in to

like some more

"We have coffee."

"Ice cream for girls?"

crossed. It took Moore quite a while to find out that the man in front

out his phone silently and

standard Chinese accent

couldn't help but burst

"Humph, I'm just a little boyish. I'm

heavily on the table, and

retched, "What's wrong with all the

said, "Now you know that Nancy is better than others. Well,

love affair of

Moore complained.

two of them were kicked out of the room

sorry..." She apologized in a

What the hell.

why do we need the police? " He rolled his eyes and said, "Besides, you didn't make any mistakes. I don't like women

said, "Well, I'm sorry. I won't do that

to give up on

a woman would be the one his

was not the ideal

was an undeniable fact that Nancy worked in the company.

his office, he saw a more desk in his office, on which there were all office supplies for girls. Even the computer and phone were of the same

father didn't hire an assistant

didn't want to

when the coffee was served,

black coffee beans, floating or sinking, greeted him

Mr. Moore, have some coffee."

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