The black car had been waiting at the gate of the villa for a long time.
As soon as Nicola Clinton walked over, the driver got off the car and opened the back door for him. Without hesitation, he got in directly.
Amelia Wytte quickened her pace and rushed over before the door was closed. When she was about to open the door and get in, she was stopped by a hand.
The man sneered at her, "haven't you recognized your identity yet?"
Stunned, Amelia Wytte released her hand a little and was heavily pushed away by him.
"You’re just a servant of our Clinton family . Why do you think you are qualified to take a car with me to the company?" He paused and the sneer on his face became thicker. "I've already taken you to the path yesterday. You can go to the company by yourself today."
Then he waved his hand, and the driver immediately closed the door. He looked apologetically at Amelia Wytte and drove away.
The car gradually drove away, leaving only black exhaust gas on the ground.