Hans looked up at Jennifer who was surrounded by the crowd. Wearing high heels and being in the centre of the crowd, she was particularly eye-catching. She held her white handbag over her head and her clear eyes were looking expectantly in his direction.
Just like after that car accident, when Stephanie took his hand and looked at him expectantly when she was dying.
"You must take good care of Jennifer. I'm begging you."
James stepped on the brake and was about to unfasten his seat belt. "Mr. Hans, I'll go to help..."
"Just drive."
Hans who was sitting at the back slowly uttered these words. His tone was cold as if the person being attacked was his enemy. He sounded like he wanted her to die on her own, because it would save him the trouble of dirtying his hands.
James opened his mou
