Chapter 77

Sitting in the back seat, Neil, with his back straight, said coldly, "Drive your car." "I'm not your driver." Simon Terry started the engine and stepped on the gas pedal, "You didn't thank me for getting up so early to see you off, and you still have such a cold attitude, if I knew it, I would have asked Frank Hanson to drive you there." Neil didn't answer, "…" He looked in the rearview mirror, wanting to take one more look at Olive. But the slender figure of Olive was long gone. In the quiet alley after five o'clock in the morning, it was empty, and many shops were closed. Neil frowned. Simon Terry carefully observed his expression from the rearview mirror, looked at the rearview mirror again, and couldn't help laughing at him. "Why, Olive walked too fast and didn't watch your car leave. You're lost." "You're overthinking." Neil looked away from the rearview mirror.