The extended modified Bentley Continental, in the drizzly rain, gleamed like moonlight with its silver color, exuding understated luxury.
——And this car was precisely Tyson Law's favorite ride.
Though slightly less expensive than the Maybach gifted to Wyatt Law, its performance is about the same, with 642 horsepower, 8-speed automatic transmission, a top speed of 332 kilometers per hour, and a maximum power speed of 5900, it can be said to have very superior sports car performance.
Cecilia Vaughn's eyes suddenly darkened.
She certainly didn't think Tyson Law coincidentally parked the extended Bentley in front of her.
Holding an umbrella, Cecilia immediately wanted to leave in another direction.
Unexpectedly, at that moment, a tall figure suddenly leaped from the driver's seat; the man spread his arms open, disregarding his image, blocking Cecilia's path.
"Cecilia, wait, don't leave—"
The man's anxious voice reached her ears, and Cecilia's face instantly looked even grimmer.
