The parking lot in front of Seraphina Redgrave was filled with numerous luxury cars, each with different colors and styles, and even had dedicated attendants for vehicle care.
It seemed like a luxury car exhibition.
Seraphina stood still, suddenly handed a glass jar by someone.
She glanced at it—it was the jar of car keys Ethan Sterling had given her as an apology gift before.
"Stop hesitating, just pick a key and press it. Whichever car lights up, that's the one to drive."
Ethan stood by, hands in his pockets, his amber eyes fixed on Seraphina, a slight smile playing at the corners of his lips.
No wonder he was at the top of the pyramid, even his method of choosing a car was straightforward and crude.
"Are you really going to teach me?"
Seraphina looked at Ethan. If she really learned to drive, wouldn't Ethan worry she might leave?
"Doubting me? In the future, there will be plenty of people wanting your life. Learn a few skills to increase your odds of survival."
