"Would something like this happen to you?" Aurelia Shaw didn't answer Grayson Quinn's list of possibilities and asked instead.
"Of course not!" Grayson Quinn replied confidently.
How could his skills result in such a basic accident? 160 miles is nothing to him, just like a regular driver going at 30 miles.
Aurelia shrugged and looked at him with a stupid expression, "Well, there you have it."
Well, there you have it...
Grayson Quinn felt discriminated against again, and this time it was strong, yet he couldn't rebut it. Should he argue that he's a terrible driver so she wouldn't trust him?
For the first time, Grayson Quinn found having good driving skills a burden.
"The soldiers trained by Mason Nightshade aren't bad," Aurelia lightly commented. It was the first time she praised Mason Nightshade.
Grayson Quinn rarely heard Mason Nightshade's name from her and raised an interested eyebrow, "You trust Bro Night like that? Aren't you two giving each other the cold shoulder?"
