His voice wasn't soft, and it immediately made Eric turn to look at him with some annoyance, "It's just a car, you speak so lightly, but why did you give me this opportunity?"
The toadies by his side also laughed, which prevented him from appearing at a disadvantage.
Fleming pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and didn't even look at Eric but instead at Shaina, who was gripping the steering wheel inside the cab, "How can you do without a garage?"
"You still live in Priscia, right?"
Shaina looked over, slightly embarrassed as she got out of the car, "Yes, I still live in Priscia."
"Do you have a garage?" Fleming asked, "These convertible cars hate the rain. If you leave it outside without putting the top up, by the time you realize it, the inside will be ready to keep fish."
After hearing this, Shaina's expression changed subtly. The house she was living in belonged to her father, who, along with her mother, wasn't around.
