"Then I hate you!" Victoria said crossly.
She had forgotten Harry was supposed to be by her side.
"Can you open the window?" She reached out to the window in irritation.
Hank Clegg frowned and said,"Stop! The windows are already open!"
"But it's still very hot," Victoria tugged at her collar, "Can you open the door then?"
Hank Clegg answered with a sidelong glance, "Crazy."
Who drives with the car door open?
Although he said these words, he also felt a vaguely ominous premonition.
At first, he thought she was under the effects of an ordinary anesthetic, but now it seemed... something was not quite right.
According to Harry's plan, Victoria should have already shown the effects of the drug.
But she had drank too much juice tonight, which probably diluted the effects of Pure Angel.
Regardless of the dilution, the effects of the drug are now powerfully apparent.
"Hmmm..." Victoria tugged uncomfortably at her seat belt, "It's so tight, I'm suffocating."