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Chapter 171
Glancing at Vicky, the pieces of information clicked in Mister Kirby's mind, and it was visible how it
looked like a light bulb lit up in his head.
"Are you afraid your husband might misunderstand us?" He smiled gently." Fine. Call your husband
and ask him to come to pick you up. Neither of us has to worry."
Vicky remained silent for a few seconds. "It’s not necessary. I can go back by myself. He’s busy, and
he's probably still working."
"No matter how busy his work is, it isn't as important as the safety of his wife." He put his hands into his
pocket. A shadow of his body was reflected on the ground. "Miss Shaw, you have two options now.
Either you call your husband and ask him to pick you up, or I'll send you back home."
Vicky was unable to reason with the man and felt rather helpless. She had no idea why this man was
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtso responsible. After giving it a thought, she decided to call Tyler.
Beep, beep, beep!
No one answered the phone. After the call got disconnected automatically, she looked at Mister Kirby.
"He's probably too busy to answer."
"It's alright." Mister Kirby was not bothered by it. "I'm free now. I can wait with you."
After a few minutes, she tried to call Tyler again, but just as before, he did not answer.
With Mister Kirby glaring at her by the side, she said helplessly, "My husband might be having a
meeting at the company. Why don't you send me to his office? I'll wait for him there."
Mister Kirby thought for a while and said, "Alright."
He took out his key to unlock his car and opened the passenger's door gentlemanly.
Vicky wanted to sit in the backseat, but when Mister Kirby opened the door, she had no choice but to sit
in the front passenger seat. She put on her seat belt and said, "Hart Corporation."
With that, Mister Kirby started the engine and drove off. His car was a modified SUV, and judging by
the car's appearance, it was no normal car.
The city was bright and shimmering at night.
As Mister Kirby drove swiftly, the plants and buildings outside the window were nothing but a blur.
Vicky took a look at the speedometer and asked, "Do you like to race cars?"
"I did like it before." His slender, clear fingers clasped around the steering wheel. He added, "But I'm
too old for that. I seldom race now."
'Too old?' Vicky checked him out. 'He looks like he's around twenty-five or twenty-six. Is that old?
She made no remark of his age and instead asked, "Since you don't like to race anymore, can you
perhaps...drive slower?"
They were in the city area, and the number on the speedometer was nearly a hundred. Mister Kirby
slowed down and said, "I thought you were in a hurry, so I drove faster."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Even if I am, it's important to drive safely," remarked Vicky.
Mister Kirby smiled and said, "You're right."
Hart Corporation was situated in the best area in the central business district, and it only took 20
minutes forthem to arrive.
After Vicky got out of the car, she thanked him, saying, "Thank you for sending me here, Mister Kirby.
It's quite late. You should head back and rest."
Mister Kirby, not planning on staying, answered, "Alright. You should go up."
Vicky nodded and entered the building.
Once she was inside, however, she looked back. Mister Kirby's car was still parked at the same place.
He rolled down the window to look at her.
Although he was quite a rebellious-looking person, his eyes were peaceful and quiet with no other
emotions. Just like what he said, he was just doing what he could.
Vicky looked at him and said, "Mister Kirby, you can go back now."
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