Chapter 97: Is This Also Elders' Concern?_1

Alfred Garland saw everything through the rearview mirror, nearly losing his grip on the steering wheel.

"Goddamn it, Amadeus has no shame at all. How can he tell such blatant lies without batting an eye? Doesn't he feel guilty?"

"Are you pinning Ms. Quinlan against the car and calling it a brother's concern for his sister?"

"You're obviously flirting with her!"

He thought this to himself but didn't dare to say it out loud, stealing glances at the two in the rearview mirror non-stop.

Nathalie Quinlan was taken aback for a moment, a flicker of doubt crossing her eyes. Was this supposed to be the concern of an elder for a younger one?

While she was still pondering this, Amadeus Yancey leaned back, withdrawing the arm he had used to pin her, acting as if nothing had happened. He lazily reclined in his seat, his elegant hand resting on his knee, the Buddhist beads wound around his wrist lending an unique charm.