The Toyota Land Cruiser sped through the night, cutting a silver light along the highway.
It was as if it were the king of the road, leading the other cars along.
The sound of a phone ringing broke the silence.
"Speak." A single emotionless syllable was uttered.
"Mr. Martinez, Miss Lopez sprained her ankle and is currently running a fever. Would you...like to come over...?"
"Is she my daughter? Do I have to deal with every trouble she gets into?" Olivier's face darkened. "If she's ill, send her to the hospital. Do you think she'll recover just by talking to me? i***t. Quit your job if you don't know how to get things done."
"I sincerely apologise, sir, it's my fault." Raoul broke out in cold sweat as he listened to the conversation. This had never happened before. In the past, Mr. Ma
