"What happened?"
Sitting in Sinclair's arms, Camilla tightly clung to him.
Her lovely face was tainted slightly pale.
Her parents had perished in a car accident.
Thus, she had an instinctive fear of such situations.
Sinclair's eyes flickered a bit. With one arm wrapped around Camilla's waist, and the other shielding her head from the side of the car, he was in a full protective stance.
The woman's soft body and sweet scent made his eyes flicker again. This feeling, was not at all, unpleasant.
"Don't be afraid, nothing will happen," Sinclair glanced in the direction where the white Ferrari had disappeared and said casually. "Ramsey, drive."
"Yes," With a calm expression, Ramsey started the car and continued towards their destination, a hint of amusement was flashing in his eyes.
If the old man saw this scene, he would be more than pleased.
