She really took the car that I had been longing for half a year away from the automotive dealership secretly and gave it to someone else.
I walked out and stood in front of the girl.
Marco took two steps forward with his long legs and blocked me.
"Mr. Gilmore, good evening. Ms. Watson and I just had dinner outside and came back a bit late. Please don't blame her."
Faced with his provocation, my gaze turned a bit cold and I found it somewhat funny.
In what capacity was he asking me not to blame my girlfriend?
"I haven't said anything yet, but you're eager to put the blame on me."
Marco's eyes slightly lifted and his cold face turned slightly pale.
I pulled the corners of my mouth and smiled.
"Are you used to driving?"
Having been in society for so many years, everyone had gained some insight.
A supercar worth nearly two million seven hundred dollars was not something that a marketing director with no background like Louisa could afford.
If he dared to accept it, he should be able to guess who the original owner of the car was.
He uttered a dull response. "Hmm".
Louisa stepped in front of him and pulled my sleeve.
"Alright, Lionel, doesn't he have to pick me up and drop me off every day for work?"
"Also, today, I suddenly remembered that you had ordered a supercar, so I picked it up and gave it to him."
"With so many supercars you have, you don't mind, do you?"
I put my hands in my pockets, curled the corners of my mouth and a hint of coldness and anger flashed in my eyes.
"No, I do."
"I've been waiting for this car for almost half a year and no one can take it away, not even you, my girlfriend."
Louisa did not expect me to speak so bluntly and her face suddenly turned ugly.
The atmosphere was silent.
Marco pursed his lips and said no words.
As a man, he should know why I was angry.
No man could bear to see the girl he loved using his own money to buy gifts for other men.
Even though the gift she gave was to serve herself.
"It's my fault, Mr. Gilmore. I shouldn't have accepted Ms. Watson's gift."
"I'll cancel and return it to the dealer as soon as possible."
Haha ... I sounded like a stingy person from his words.
"Marco Tucker, right? It's just a car. I can still afford it."
"I still have over a dozen supercars in my basement. Choose any one you want and consider it as a gift from me."
He looked up, a hint of surprise appearing in his eyes.
I fixed my gaze full of pressure on him.