Scarlet raised an eyebrow with a shy grin <b>and said </bzily, <b>“</b><b>Can’t </b><b>seem </b>to get <b>a </b>moment’s peace, huh? Hoss<b>, </b>If this <b>car </b>p dinged up, I <b>don’t </b>have to pay for it, right?
Earlier, Stanley had casually mentioned that the car they were driving was specially modified–bulletproof ss, explosion–proof tires, and reinforced bumpers and doors. It was basically a top–ber heavy–duty vehicle.
In most situations<b>, </b>they could just sit in the car or forcefully charge through any blockades
Scarlet was clearly hinting at charging straight through. The car was expensive, but a few scratches were inevitable in such a situation.
Felicia nced outside, het eves twitching when she spotted a particr license te. She quickly stopped <b>Scarlet </b>from ramming through. “Wait. Don’t
‘t move. It’s someone we
“It wouldn’t be.” Scarlet seemed to have an idea, but before she could finish, one of the surrounding cars opened its door. A tall, elegant figure stepped out and began walking toward them.
As expected, it was Maurice.
The man was like a haunting ghost–impossible to shake
Their car’s engine growled like a predator ready to pounce with just a slight tap <b>on </b>the gas, Maurice would be roadkill
Scarlet, feeling mischievous, shifted into neutral and rewed the engine loudly. The roaring sound was aggressive, almost like a warning to back off.
However, Maurice didn’t flinch at all and continued walking toward them until he stopped right beside the passenger window where Felicia <b>sat </b>Through the bulletproof ss, Felicia and Maurice locked eyes in silence.
After a long moment, Felicia sighed in resignation and rolled down the window. “What do you need<b>, </b>Mr. Glovers?
Maurice extended his hand with his palm up, making a clear gesture of asking for something.
“What’s this? A debt collection? Felicia wondered.
Puzzled, she asked, “What do you want? Do I owe you money now?!
Maurice chuckled, his sound low and maic “I’m here to ask for something.”
“What is it? Felicia asked
Hedidn’t respond night away. For a brief moment, Felicia thought she saw a trace of hesitation on his face. Before she could fully process it, Maurice gently patted the back of her hand and finallysad, “<b>That </b>hemostatic medicine of yours. It works well. <b>Can </b>I have a bottle?”
Was that ir?
Felicia stared at him suspiciously, trying to determine if he was being serious. But no matter how hard she looked, she <b>couldn’t </b>read anything from his expression.
Frowning, she rummaged through her pockets but realized she hadn’t brought her custom–made Panax pseudo–ginthera with her. She had only nned on meeting Jennifer and hadn’t thought to bring it <b>along </b>
“I don’t have any with me. If you need it, I’ll send you two bottles when I get back to Khogend tomorrow,” she said.
Surprisingly, Maunce agreed without a fuss, “Alright”
He withdrew his hand <b>and </b><b>took </b><b>a </b>step back. The surrounding cars slowly moved aside<b>, </b>opening a path for them. Telkia was speechless.
So, he went to all this trouble to block her just to ask for <b>a </b>bottle of medicine?
She held back her frustration, her confusion building as she nced at Maurice. “Are you injured?
Maurice paused, then let out augh. “I were, would you feel sorry for me
Felicia proceeded to roll the window back up and Instructed Scarlet, “Drive.”