Christine Quinn turned her head in confusion, her eyes suddenly shooting out a look of disgust.
The service staff was taken aback.
In the next second, the man carrying Christine Quinn's bag had already grabbed her slender wrist, dragging her away from the security checkpoint.
"Hey... Skyler Jones... what are you crazy about..."
Christine Quinn kept cursing incessantly, struggling to fling her hand away, but in vain, as he held her tightly, only resulting in a painful wrist.
"You're hurting me, bastard..."
The car door opened, and Skyler Jones opened it directly, then shoved Christine Quinn inside, locked the car door, and then walked over to the driver's seat and got in.
Christine Quinn tried with all her might to open the car door, but since it was locked, she ended up angrily pounding on the window a few times before glaring fiercely at him, "What are you doing?"
