The car window rolled down slowly, and a burly, extraordinary man appeared, beckoning to me.
This man was none other than Steven Anderson.
He held a cigar in his hand and said casually, "Get in and let's talk."
I wasn't surprised; I had guessed that Steven would look for me.
Without saying a word, I turned and climbed into the car.
Once inside, the car sped off into the distance.
I politely asked, "Mr. Anderson, what can I do for you?"
Steven blew out a smoke ring and said coldly, "You've got quite the guts for going after a member of my Anderson family?"
I guessed what Steven was getting at, so I responded with a smile, "Mr. Anderson, pursuing Sarah Anderson is my right."
"Right? Do you really think someone like you deserves such a right?" Steven said coldly.
I replied calmly, "I believe there shouldn't be any difference in status between people, and I think Miss Anderson shares the same view."
