The Mercedes S-Class was most likely a gift from **Teresa Picardo**, since she was the one who had run a red light and wrecked **Lillian Winters’** car.
“Return it to her,” Lillian said flatly when she noticed the look on **Ethan Blake’s** face, realizing he’d already guessed who sent the car. “I just want my own car back.”
Ethan spread his hands helplessly. “I don’t have her contact info.”
“That’s your problem,” Lillian replied coolly. “Anyway, I have a gathering tonight. You’re coming with me—as my designated driver. No drinking.”
She tossed him the keys. “You’ll drive this one for now.”
Ethan could only sigh. One had to admit—the saying “you get what you pay for” was true. The S-Class didn’t just drive better than the E-Class; even sitting in it felt like a different world.
Follow
