At that moment.
In this extremely luxurious Bentley Bentyaga, Sean Lennon was seated in the back seat, with his arms casually draped at the side.
The interior of the car was glorious and plush and it had colored Sean as someone noble beyond words.
He was seated inside the car and was looking straight at Willow Quinn.
Willow’s heart constricted. This was indeed her car.
She had not expected Sean to find himself a driver.
Faye Quinn, on the other hand, was dumbfounded.
Simon Quinn had his eye bulging out of his head as he stared agape.
The last time he saw Sean, he was driving a Ferrari. Now, he had changed his car into the luxurious limited edition Bentley Bentyaga?
Putting the Ferrari aside, this limited edition Bentley Bentyaga was so rare there should be about ten or less of them in River City itself, right?
Where did Sean Lennon get this car from?
“Come on, Willow, get in. I’ll bring you somewhere.”
Sean peeked at Faye and Simon and retracted his gaze.
He was unfazed like he was looking at some ants.
It was Sean’s attitude that had angered Faye and Simon.
“Sean Lennon! What the f*ck are you pretending to be?”
Simon stepped up and yanked the car door.
“Smack!”
Sean’s driver forcefully pushed Simon’s hand away.
“If you scratch it, you won’t be able to pay for it.”
The young man spoke quietly.
Simon extended his hand to point at himself and roared in anger.
“I can’t f*cking afford it? Did you claim that I cannot afford it? I…”
However, after his roaring, he had suddenly realized that he… indeed could not afford it…
“Let him speak.”
Sean waved his hand, signaling for the young man to step aside.
“Yes, boss.”
The young man quickly nodded and stepped aside immediately.
“Sean Lennon, you who are only worth the cheapest bikes, how dare you to pretend like you’re something before me?”
“If you’re poor, just act like one. What’s the use of you showing off with the car you’ve rented?”
Faye, who had just snapped out of her daze walked up and spoke coldly as well.
“You can brag as well.”
Sean replied nonchalantly, not even having the desire to explain anything.
“You!”
Faye got even angrier when she heard that.
“Hah! Are you admitting that this car is rented?
“For you to rent it for a day, I think it’ll take up Willow’s one month's worth of salary, right?
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