"Have you started the car yet?" Helen Wilson walked out of the gym's main entrance and turned to ask James Brown.
"I did," James Brown immediately responded.
"Then I'll ride in your car," Helen nodded.
James Brown led Helen to his car. Seeing the flashy Porsche, Helen snorted and said, "Wow, driving a luxury car worth millions now, huh?"
James opened the car door and said, "Where would I get the money for such an expensive car? It belongs to our boss."
"So, it's that female neighbor who lives next to you?" Helen sat in the car, first examining the car's interior with a flash of admiration in her eyes, clearly a car enthusiast herself, but then she quickly pursed her lips.
"It's hers," James didn't deny.
"Who exactly is she? Why is she so good to you? Lending you a luxury car worth millions just like that, most people wouldn't bear to part with it."
