"They're refusing to come out," Sterling replied, shaking his head.

"If they don't want to, let it be." Deirdre patted Tilly's back. "Maybe it's just an inexperienced driver who recently joined the road. As long as nothing happened, let's forget about it."

Deirdre didn't want to dwell on such insignificant matters.

"Alright." Sterling nodded and walked gently to Deirdre's side. He asked, "Did it scare you too? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Deirdre smiled. "Thanks to Mr. Fuller's excellent driving skills."

"You're teasing me again." Sterling sighed, placing his hand on Deirdre's shoulder.

Suddenly, a loud crash reverberated from the car, clearly coming from inside. Deirdre immediately turned to look at the car, unintentionally noticing its model.

It was a limited edition Prestige, and there were very few people in Neve who could afford such a car. In fact, there was only one person...

Deirdre's breath hitched.

In the next moment, the car door swung open.

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