Victoria returned to the bathroom and took another shower. She chose a pair of denim pants and a round neck T-shirt and sat on the sofa. She was fully dressed.
She was curled up with a glass of water in her hand when the door suddenly opened and her heart immediately tightened.
Roderick threw a car key in his hand in front of her and said, "Wash the car for me. Wash it clean."
Victoria wanted to cry, but she had indeed vomited. There was no way to deny this.
"Well! I'll go wash it in a while. "Victoria replied dejectedly, not daring to look him in the eye.
A faint smile appeared on Roderick's face as he left the room.
When he reached the garage, his assistant handed him the keys of Victoria's car. He picked it up, got into her red Porsche, and set off in the direction of his company.
