At the entrance, Michael Lees' car was parked there.
Her footsteps gradually slowed, and she paused in place.
The car keys in her hand were slightly tightened.
She really didn't dare... to hold any expectations.
Otherwise, it would always end up being a joke on herself.
Seeing her standing still for a while, Michael Lees lowered the car window and looked at her coldly.
"What are you spacing out for! Get in the car quickly."
Isabella Harrison's eyes flickered, she hadn't reacted yet, but her steps were already moving toward the car.
"You... how..."
Michael Lees held the steering wheel with one hand, rested his arm on the edge of the car window, and turned his head to look at her.
His dark eyes were fixed on her, slightly frowning, "Wasting time."
He uttered impatiently, yet the next second he had already opened the car door, stepped out, walked to Isabella Harrison, and grasped her arm, leading her to the passenger seat, opened the door, and pushed her inside.
