Chapter 742: Chapter 742: Normal Physiological Needs
Suddenly, Charles Mcintosh could not utter a word.
At that moment, the sound of “thud, thud” came from outside the car—
Lilac Serval and Charles Mcintosh turned their heads simultaneously, it was Lil 11!
This young man was anxiously standing at the window, incessantly knocking on the glass, his face expressing urgency.
He was speaking, but due to the good soundproofing of the car window, Lilac Serval couldn’t hear him.
“Open the car door.” Lilac Serval yelled at Charles Mcintosh, “Are you planning to chat with me in the car all night? I told you, I’m not interested in talking to you, Lil 11 is waiting for me, he’ll be worried.”
Charles Mcintosh coldly glanced at Lilac Serval, then looked outside.
The next second, he slammed his foot on the pedal with a stern face!
The black Benz sped away in the fog!
“Hey!” Worried, Lilac Serval turned her head back, climbed over the seat, and looked behind!
She saw the boy stagger back a few steps, nearly falling down.
He steadied himself by holding onto a tree by the roadside.
He waved at her anxiously and was shouting something, but Lilac Serval couldn’t hear a word.
The car drove faster and faster, through the dark night and fog, with trees on the roadside quickly receding.
Gradually, Lilac Serval could no longer see Lil 11.
This fool, he should have gone home earlier, dressed so lightly, what if he catches a cold.
Lilac Serval quietly looked out of the window, waving goodbye to Lil 11.
But she knew, Lil 11 could no longer see it.
“Ah, the fool.” Lilac Serval couldn’t help but sigh.
After she sighed, Charles Mcintosh’s face looked even worse.
He pressed hard on the accelerator, driving at high speed.
Lilac Serval wasn’t firmly seated, and her head hit the seat, hiss—
“It’s foggy outside, and you’re driving so fast? If you have a death wish, don’t involve me, I don’t want to die with you in the car.” Lilac Serval raised a casual eyebrow.
“Lilac Serval, be more careful in your personal life, don’t be with every man you meet!” Charles Mcintosh suppressed his feelings.
His face was clouded over.
Dark eyes filled with dissatisfaction.
The man who just knocked on the window, he didn’t look like a decent person, is Lilac Serval always hanging out with these types of people?
“Charles Mcintosh, have I upset you again?” Lilac Serval called out his name directly, “Lil 11 is just the one you’ve seen, there’s still more you haven’t seen. Really want to control me? Come on, follow me back to Lonton.”
“Haven’t seen each other for five years, why escalate things to this point? We’re all Mr. Cheney’s people, if this gets out, it’ll be an embarrassment for Mr. Cheney. Charles Mcintosh, you know this better than me.”
Using both carrot and stick, Lilac Serval played all her cards.
She was surprised, she didn’t think Charles Mcintosh would come to find her, even coming to the bar.
Five years with no trace of contact, the long time and alcohol almost made her forget him.
Why even keep in touch.
They are both heartless.
He has no heart, she lost hers too.
The fog outside the car window was dense, and it was all white.
“Lilac Serval, cut off all these unworthy men, and live a good life.”
“Ha.” Lilac Serval sneered, “Brother Mcintosh, can’t a woman have normal physiological needs? I didn’t know sleeping with men was so fun before, it was thanks to Brother Mcintosh, who sent me to Mr. Usama’s bed. A night of ecstasy, I then realized, I had wasted all that time before.”
A smile lifted Lilac Serval’s lips.
That smile, as enchanting as poppy flowers soaked in poison.
She was bewitching, seductive, yet carried a fatal wound.
Charles Mcintosh gripped the steering wheel tightly, forcefully controlling the direction, preventing the car from swerving.
His face was clouded over like smog.
Cold chiil and indescribable desolation filled his narrowed eyes.