Chapter 297 Walking Into The Lion’s Den II
Dickson slid smoothly into the driver’s seat, the luxury of the Cullinan fitting him a little too perfectly. He adjusted the rearview mirror with a flick of his fingers, then glanced at Liam and Vanessa settling into the back seat.
The car was dead silent for a moment.
Then the engine roared to life with a low purr, smooth and silent like a predator waking up. The dashboard lit up in white and silver. Ambient lighting along the sides glowed softly, giving the interior a cool, futuristic tone.
Dickson adjusted the collar of his suit dramatically, then said with a grin, "So, Liam’s tonight’s Romeo, Vanessa’s Juliet... what does that make me?"
Liam didn’t miss a beat. He leaned back casually in the seat, eyes focused straight ahead. "You’re the driver."
Dickson froze.
"...The driver?" he echoed. There was a long pause, and then: "THE DRIVER?"
He turned around in his seat so fast the seatbelt cut into his shoulder. "Are you fucking kidding me? I wore a tux for this! A five thousand dollar tux! You said I was in for something interesting!"
Liam shrugged with a smirk. "Driving is interesting."
Dickson opened his mouth to argue, then stopped himself. He groaned, dragged a hand down his face, and slumped forward like someone just canceled his birthday.
Vanessa stifled a laugh.
But Liam wasn’t looking at either of them. His eyes had darted to the side and stayed there.