"Babe, what are you talking about? I didn't lend your Maybach to anyone." He tried to dodge it.
"Well, how do you explain that the car is gone?"
I sat on the sofa and stared at him coldly as he spoke incoherently.
The man was stunned again. He turned over and knelt on the ground, with both hands resting on my knees, then tears streamed down his face.
"I was wrong. I scratched the car when I drove it out. I didn't dare to tell you. I thought I would get it fixed in the next two days. I have already sent it to the workshop."
If I had not heard my colleague's words this morning and seen the photos, I would have been deceived by Lucas' superb acting skills, but I knew it all too well in my heart!
"Lucas, I saw Ariana showing off the photos she took with my Maybach in the office this morning."
He froze and said, "It's impossible. When I lent it to her, I told her not to take photos."
"You said you didn't lend the car out, so why did you lend it to Ariana now?"
He probably felt guilty too, his voice getting quieter and quieter.
"Baby, I didn't dare to tell you because I was afraid you'd get angry."