She really took the car that I had been longing for half a year away from the automotive dealership secretly and gave it to someone else.
I walked out and stood in front of the girl.
Marco took two steps forward with his long legs and blocked me.
"Mr. Gilmore, good evening. Ms. Watson and I just had dinner outside and came back a bit late. Please don't blame her."
Faced with his provocation, my gaze turned a bit cold and I found it somewhat funny.
In what capacity was he asking me not to blame my girlfriend?
"I haven't said anything yet, but you're eager to put the blame on me."
Marco's eyes slightly lifted and his cold face turned slightly pale.
I pulled the corners of my mouth and smiled.
"Are you used to driving?"
Having been in society for so many years, everyone had gained some insight.
A supercar worth nearly two million seven hundred dollars was not something that a marketing director with no background like Louisa could afford.
If he dared to accept it, he should be able to guess who the original owner of the car was.
He uttered a dull response. "Hmm".
Louisa stepped in front of him and pulled my sleeve.
"Alright, Lionel, doesn't he have to pick me up and drop me off every day for work?"