Chapter 11 She drove him to drag racing?

Annabelle Brock walked directly to Callan Clay's car window, and tapped a few times. The man gave her a sideways look, and didn't move at all. She simply increased her strength and knocked a few times with a 'boom boom boom'. Callan Clay still hadn't rolled down the window. Inside the car, Mr. Lyons and the driver only felt the suffocation, holding their breath and not daring to make a sound. And three seconds later, Annabelle Brock took off her high-heeled shoes and held them in her hands. She directly invited the two of them out of the car, bent down and sat in the driver's seat, and threw her high-heeled shoes onto the passenger seat. Without waiting for the man in the back seat to make a sound, he drove the Rolls Royce away with ease. On the side of the road, Mr. Lyons and the driver looked at each other, and Mr. Lyons gasped, "Road killer—female, driver?" Rolls-Royce is not easy to drive, but Annabelle B