At noon, downstairs W.
A speeding Lamborghini rushed out from the corner of the fork in the road. With a squeak, it stopped proudly at the gate of the company.
Several employees who had just walked out of the building were nearly hit, but they looked up at the car, which was so familiar to them that they could only frown, grumbled, and then just walk away with their heads down.
The owner of the car was the one they could not afford to provoke.
“That man comes again!”
“The villainous rich second generation!”
The two mall security guards guarding the gate were also with silent resentment.
In the driver’s seat of the Lamborghini, a well-dressed, defiant young man looked straight ahead at the girls he had tried to frighten deliberately, and his mouth curved as he said,
“Nice booty! But
