"Do you think I, as the lord's wife, lack the ability to protect myself, or is it that you, the bandit overlord, can't cover me anymore?" Pedro Langley asked leisurely.
These words held a hint of provocation.
Times change.
The Nora Scott of the past was weak and often neglected in various aspects.
But now—
Nora let out a soft 'hmm', lifted her eyelids slightly, and said, "Drive."
Like performing a magic trick, Pedro found another towel for her, then stepped on the gas pedal, driving towards the address they'd arranged with Katherine Collins.
The sound of rain outside remained constant. Nora relaxed comfortably back into her seat, holding the towel which she had rolled into a ball.
Her eyes reflected the multicolored river of lights outside the window—vivid and bright, with distant neon lights appearing unreal and hazy. The homes along the way passed by her eyes, leaving brief shadows that vanished instantly.
