Claire Prescott looked at the spot where they touched, and said coldly:
"Miss Lancaster, whether two people can become friends depends on fate, on having common topics. Your deliberate approach to curry favor will have no effect. Besides, friendships are naturally formed through interactions, not declared just because you say so."
Seeing that she seemed angry, Yvonne weakly released her hand, her eyes showing some helplessness.
Claire Prescott calmly withdrew her gaze, "I have a driver, no need to trouble you."
With that.
She turned and left the courtyard.
But when she went out, she could feel her steps were somewhat unsteady.
Although it was a low-alcohol cocktail, she drank a lot, and her tolerance wasn't strong, drunkenness was inevitable.
However.
As she walked out of the villa gate, a glaring car light flashed in front of her, she instinctively squinted her eyes, raised her hand to block the light, and when she opened her eyes again, blurry halos started to appear.
