A long arm blocked the body falling toward him.
“Jessica, I know you’re not drunk. Drop the act.”
Charlie’s patience had reached its limit.
Jessica opened her eyes. They were perfectly clear as she gazed at him with a wounded expression. “Does it have to be like this?”
“That’s my line,” Charlie snapped. “Either sit properly or get out!”
His voice was icy, brimming with intimidation.
The driver in the front seat didn’t even dare to breathe.
Candice couldn’t help sneaking a glance into the rearview mirror.
She saw Jessica stubbornly holding back tears, her misty eyes wide open, as if trying desperately not to let the tears fall.
“Stop the car!” she suddenly shouted.
Naturally, the driver didn’t stop. He only took orders from Charlie.
Fearing she might really try to jump, Candice q
