Chapter 105: Are You Torturing Single Dogs?

Grace shook her head, embarrassed, and smiled. "No... just a buzzing in my head."

"Let's go to the hospital!" Stanhope looked concerned.

Shane couldn't open the door, while Christopher was already talking to the person who hit them. However... the one communicating was the passenger, not the driver himself.

"No need, really. I'm fine. You stopped in time, I'm just scared." Grace apologized shyly.

"Damn it!" Shane cursed. "I can't even open this car door! They're trying to cripple my other leg!"

Shane, full of anger, insisted, "No! I have to go out and talk to them!"

Shane looked at the pricey Maserati sports car and his blood boiled. He was limping a bit, but he was a nimble limper... so he climbed out of the driver's seat directly.

Considering Stanhope's identity, it was not convenient for him to go out. So Grace stayed with Stanhope, waiting in the car.

However, when Stanhope saw the Maserati, his eyes grew somber.