"Brother Asher, are you crazy!" Irene tightly shut her eyes, only feeling a gust of wind whooshing past her ears.
Her hair was blown into a complete mess by the wind, "Slow down! Slow down!"
She shouted a few times, but Asher Land remained indifferent.
The road was lined with robust, lush camphor trees, and a cold smile appeared on Asher Land's lips as he turned the steering wheel to the right.
The car crashed violently against a camphor tree...
"Ah!" Another piercing scream.
Trembling, Irene clutched the seatbelt tightly. The front hood had been smashed to pieces, smoke billowed, and Irene felt as if this crash had shattered her insides, the pain was excruciating.
She was indeed terrified, her eyes blurred with tears as she looked to the side, only to see that man still remaining so calm and composed.
His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, blood oozed from them, but he seemed utterly oblivious, his indifferent gaze fixed ahead.
