Moreover, Jesse Rowan's racing luck was unpredictable—sometimes he lost, sometimes he won.
Because they still felt confident about beating Jesse Rowan.
As soon as Wayland Pierson finished speaking, Jesse Rowan stubbed out his cigarette, pushed open the door of the smoking room, and strode out!
"Hey! Mr. Rowan!"
Jesse Rowan was already far away.
At this moment, an inexplicable feeling stirred within Jesse Rowan—a sensation akin to tiny ants crawling, scratching little by little.
This feeling was truly peculiar.
He didn't linger at the hospital; for some reason, he suddenly didn't want to see Joan Harry.
The driver was still waiting in the parking lot, but Jesse decided to dismiss him. Alone, he drove his Lamborghini away from the hospital towards Koi Garden.
The car shot like an arrow from a bow and quickly disappeared into the boundless veil of rain and mist, vanishing without a trace.
Surrounding him was a rising white mist, enveloping the city's night sky.
