Chapter 163 Worrisome Emotional Intelligence

• An expressionless James sat in the driver’s seat and drove the vehicle. From time to time, his eyes would dart toward the rear view mirror to glare coldly at Sawyer next to Cynthia.
• Then, his hand holding the steering wheel would tremble—the back of his hand still abnormally scarlet—and his gaze would be even icier and more menacing as he directed his focus on the road...
• Meanwhile, since Cynthia happened to sit behind James at the backseat, she naturally failed to notice his expression. Instead, she looked at the weird Sawyer smiling and asked with some curiosity, “Why did you suddenly think of coming back, Potatohead?”