Chapter 1197 Women’s Clothing
- Queenie let out a sigh. I must have dropped my phone somewhere when I fainted earlier. Did this guy pick my phone up or not? She was tired, hungry, and dirty… In one night, she had turned from a rich family's precious daughter into a homeless woman who didn't have anything to eat. Queenie gritted her teeth in frustration. Fine! I'll just let my phone stay missing. I'm not going to spend any of my parents' money while I'm away from home. I'm going to rely on myself, she thought.
- Nigel wasn't used to having a woman in his car. He was thinking of ways to deal with this woman. If she had actually gotten injured after the accident, he would've definitely taken responsibility for her condition, but now that she was fine and alive, he didn't want to get involved with her at all. "I'll give you some money, and you can leave!" Nigel finally told the girl in his backseat.
- However, the girl didn't respond at all. When Nigel's car came to a halt at the traffic light, he turned around to find the girl sprawled across his backseat. She was fast asleep. "Hey!" Nigel let out a cry of exasperation. However, the girl didn't wake up at all—she seemed to have been drained from the incident earlier. She had just fainted from shock a while ago, after all. Nigel sighed as he wondered, Where should I bring her? Should I bring her to a hotel? No; if anyone from the hotel tells my parents that I brought a girl there, I'd never hear the end of it from them.