Chapter 822: Vomiting until the Sky Darkens
She clutched the handrails on the car's roof tightly, her knuckles turning white with the force, veins bulging on the back of her hands.
She had no idea how much time had passed.
Finally, the Bugatti came to a screeching halt with a tail swing in front of a clubhouse.
Skye Lawrence noticed her pale face and asked, "Are you okay?"
Feeling a churning in her stomach, Enna Clark managed to squeeze out a composed smile, "I'm fine, Ms. Lawrence. You drive very well, indeed very steadily."
She wasn't foolish—today's meeting with Skye Lawrence was definitely a test.
Driving so fast was just to intimidate her; if she truly asked Skye Lawrence to slow down, Skye would, but at the same time, it would lessen her impression of her.
Since she left for a year and a half just so she could be with Baron Lawrence openly and aboveboard, she wouldn't back down when facing difficulties now!