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Chapter 29 Don’t You Dare to Take My Car?
Before Joe could continue speaking, Jack, who stood behind him, stepped forward, “Why don’t I take
him to the hospital first? Miss White has had quite a shock today; she should go home and rest.”
He glanced stealthily at Joe in front of him.
This man had rushed over immediately after accidentally spotting Mia’s shadow in a dinner photo
shared by a Chamber of Commerce member’s friend, without even considering that they had just
landed from their flight.
Fortunately, they had arrived in time. Who could have known that Zack would be so audacious?
Seeing that Frank’s clothes were still stained with spots of blood, Mia didn’t hesitate too long to agree.
With a nod from her, Jack promptly helped Frank into the car, and they sped away.
Frank, who didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye, felt helpless.
Mia glanced at the silent Joe and took out her phone to call a taxi.
Unexpectedly, Joe suddenly grabbed her wrist, “What? You dare to attend those messy dinners, but
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtyou don’t dare ride in my
car?”
Mia glared at him, “What messy dinner? I merely attended a banquet like anyone else; I’ve done
nothing wrong!”
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Joe knew, of course, but the scene he had encountered upon entering filled him with an inexplicable
irritation.
His voice was icy, “Do you know what could have happened today if I hadn’t come?”
“Maybe Mr. Smith didn’t see it. At that time, Zack had already collapsed, and I was about to call the
police.” Mia glared back.
The situation had indeed been chaotic, but Mia was confident
that she wouldn’t have been at a loss.
Joe, unwilling to argue in the street, opened the car door, “Get
in.”
Seeing that Mia was still hesitant, he casually added, “Not coming? Don’t you want your belongings
from the White family?”
Having lived with the Clinton family for so many years, Mia had learned never to give up what was
rightfully hers out of momentary emotion.
She took a deep breath and quickly opened the car door.
“Where’s your apartment? I’ll take you home.”
Joe asked, glancing at Mia.
“No need. I don’t want to be photographed again,” she replied, her heart skipping a beat. She
absolutely couldn’t let Joe know where she lived.
His face darkening a shade, Joe silently drove Mia to a nearby flat he owned.
Mia hesitated, not getting out of the car, setting aside other concerns; she genuinely did not want to
entangle herself with Joe any further.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSeeing her like this, Joe bent over, his hand on the car door, asking, “Here or your apartment? Choose
one.”
His deep eyes met Mia’s, his masculine scent filling the air around her, making her feel incredibly
uneasy.
Mia pursed her lips, “Let’s go.”
They entered, one after the other.
Joe’s home was consistently decorated in a simple, bold style, lacking personal touches.
The only exception was probably the villa in Harlow, a place that Mia had spent three years building,
filled with her dreams and yearnings for a home.
Lowering her eyelids, Mia gave a mocking smile; she would probably never set foot there again in her
lifetime.
At that moment, Joe came over with a first aid kit, noticing Mia’s thoughtful expression, “What’s the
matter?”
“Nothing,” Mia quickly composed herself, looking at him, “I’m here now, Mr. Smith; can you give me the
items now?”
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