Hearing my call, Kathryn, who was also sitting in the back seat of the police car, sneered and said, "Well? Are you asking your secret lover to pick you up?"
Before I could refute it, the police officer in the passenger seat turned around and snapped, "Be quiet! Where do you think you are?"
Seeing Kathryn get reprimanded, I gave a thumbs-up to the police officer in my heart.
Then, I completely ignored Kathryn, closed my eyes, and leaned against the back of the chair to rest.
After I closed my eyes, what happened in the past few days replayed in my mind like a movie.
On the day the car was sent to me, my dad used a transparent truck to deliver it.
My pink Rolls-Royce was in the truck, surrounded by colorful illuminations. It looked very beautiful.
There was even a big banner on the car.
It said, "Congratulations, my little princess. This pink Rolls-Royce is for you. I'll always love you."
The passers-by took photos of it one after another. That night, short videos about it went viral on a social media platform.
It even made a few trending topics.
"A luxury car in Boston."
"Reborn as an unimportant person in a CEO's life."
"A custom Rolls-Royce."
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