"Young Master, the car ahead seems to be the Todd mother and daughter."
Declan Wolles looked up and saw the red sedan coming straight ahead, his gaze icy.
"Useless."
"Huh?" Damien Sutton was struck by his young master's particularly mature comment and felt disoriented.
Even though those three words were ordinary to the extreme, coming from the young master, the feeling was truly... indescribable.
Declan Wolles leaned against the car seat, staring at the increasingly close red car shadow, let out a cold laugh, and his voice regained a bit of its usual cynicism.
"If that woman named Todd had any ambition, would Arabella have given Joel Russo the chance to tangle? Childhood sweetheart... such a good hand, yet she played it into a mess, and now loses face, still thinking about tagging along. What a useless teammate!"
Uh...
If Selvia Todd could get together with Mr. Russo, then the Young Master should also be the closest man to Arabella.
