Chapter 361

Chapter 361 A Very Specific Girl Just like Milton Carter, she had a baby face too—maybe older than Elaine Foster had guessed. The driver leaned over and asked, “Miss, are you okay?” With both hands on her hips, the girl shot back with a bit of arrogance, “Do I look like I’m dying? I’m standing here talking to you, aren’t I?” “Next time, try not speeding, alright? My two legs aren’t a match for your four wheels.” The driver tried to defend himself, “Miss, the light was red just now.” That clearly hit a nerve. She raised her voice, obviously annoyed. “You think I didn’t notice? Do I need you to point it out?” She pointed at the markings beneath her feet. “Do you even know you’re on a crosswalk right now?” Elaine glanced down—sure enough, it was a crosswalk. “Cars are supposed to yield at these. You didn’t know that?” The driver must’ve realized she wasn’t wrong. He quickly apologized, “Yeah, yeah, it’s my fault.” “Oh, that's it? Just a ‘my bad’ and we're done?” the girl huffed, glaring a