Archer drove his own car, not William's. It was a fairly expensive black sedan, which made Iris wonder. “I just found out you have a nice car.”
The man smiled. “William provided me with a car, so I didn’t have to use my own.”
“But I liked the way we did it back then, using William’s car for our affair.” Iris laughed contentedly. “Did you know that became the hot gossip at the office?”
“That’s what you wanted, right?” Archer looked at her with a faint smile.
“Absolutely!” Iris chuckled.
The car sped away from downtown Los Angeles toward the Santa Monica Mountains. Iris became increasingly curious about where Archer's grandfather's house was.
“Is it still far?” Iris asked after they entered the quiet hills. She felt a little scared.
Archer didn't have any bad intentions, did he?
“Jus
