Chapter 653 - 652
A dull thud sounded as James Olsen also spoke up: "Kiera, didn’t you accelerate too fast just now? You think you’re driving a sports car... Oh crap!"
The car suddenly dashed forward, and at that moment, James Olsen felt himself being violently thrown against the back seat, his facial muscles all compressed.
He widened his eyes in disbelief as the black Bentley surged forward like a sports car, the scenery on both sides rapidly receding.
The car charged straight toward a corner ahead.
James Olsen: "Cousin Kiera, Big Sister, I won’t say anymore, there was no need to make it thrilling because of what I said, safety is the most important thing!"
Almost as soon as those words fell, the car gracefully drifted on the spot. She stylishly steered with one hand, and the car smoothly took the turn without reducing speed, heading straight for the entrance.
James Olsen in the back seat, feeling his dinner from the night before about to come back up: !!
The car raced along the road, passing who knows how many vehicles, and quickly returned to the Olsen Family.
The moment the car stopped, James Olsen violently pushed the car door open and jumped out, immediately vomiting fiercely.
He looked down at his watch, barely able to see the hands — Kiera had driven them home in just fifteen minutes.