Nolan Davis suddenly felt a surge of anger, his fingers clenched into a fist, but he had nowhere to vent.
Asher Land rolled down the car window, elegantly curving his lips.
"Mr. Davis, the car Sophie Smith drove out last night, I'll take it back first. On another day, I'll have someone send it back."
"No need." Nolan Davis's voice was exceptionally cold, "If Third Young Master Land likes it, just take it."
"Mr. Davis is indeed a generous person." Asher Land chuckled softly, "When I come to the Davis Family to pick up Sophie and Alexander, I hope Mr. Davis will be as generous as ever."
Nolan Davis's clenched fist tightened even more, his knuckles beginning to whiten.
Sophie Smith noticed the atmosphere was a bit off, so she quickly walked to Luke Land's side, asking him to drive the car away.
She snapped back to reality and found Nolan Davis's gaze carefully scrutinizing her.
Sophie, feeling a bit awkward, turned her head away, brushing the hair by her ear.
