Rosalie pursed her lips angrily and struggled for a bit. She could not break free from his shackles, however.

Sensing her struggle, Byron’s face darkened slightly. "Are you going to take a taxi from the road dressed like this? What kind of weather do you think it is now?"

"I don’t need President Lawrence worrying. I can take care of myself," Rosalie responded coldly.

Byron was then aware that the concern in his words just now had been too obvious. He frowned and said, "It won’t be easy to hai