Alright, he really did let her go.
"Why are you following me?" she asked curiously, before looking at the car. Didn't someone say he went to the study?
Shouldn't he be very busy?
"Miss you." He said lazily, his lips slightly parted, saying the two words with utmost allure.
Those deep, enigmatic eyes narrowed slightly, sweeping over her delicate little face a few times.
Then, those ink-black brows furrowed slightly, as if thinking of something—divorce... yes, he and she were already divorced...
He hadn't expected that the guy inside him could be so bad, making her divorce. Those days, she seemed to have cried and cried for a long time.
He tried to think of some details but found he couldn't remember, and those unfamiliar memories came too abruptly.
She just drove that car, the Koenigsegg, belonging to that bad guy inside him.
Thinking this way, his face turned cold, covered in frost, wanting to smash the car.
So what if it's a limited edition worldwide?
Smash it.
