After speaking, he opened the car door, not even glancing at the shocked man, got into the car, and the Lamborghini sped away—
Austin Harper watched as his car disappeared from sight, shook off the two security guards, and punched the wall hard, "Damn it!"
If they're not friends, then they're not friends. He doesn't care!
He said this, but there was a faint pain somewhere in his chest.
"Young Master Harper, are you okay? Your hand is bleeding..." The security guard saw his fist was bleeding after he hit the wall and couldn't help but ask.
Austin pursed his lips and took out his phone. On the screen was a photo of Renee Anderson, peaceful and beautiful, looking like an ethereal fairy who walked into the world, untouched by its chaos.
He furrowed his brow for a moment, recalling what Adam Sinclair had told him.
——'She's not what you think she is, and I don't need to be responsible.'
——'If you really like her, then keep her away from me.'
