Ainsley raised her right hand and slapped Manuel. "You're crazy!"
Manuel rubbed his face, which was in burning pain. He looked at Ainsley and found that tears had welled up in her eyes.
Ainsley looked at him firmly. "I hope this slap can wake you up. I have to go home."
This time, Manuel did not stop her. When Ainsley drove away, he followed her.
Welin Street was bustling during the rush hour.
Ainsley drove steadily. She could see the black Cayenne through the rearview mirror. Manuel followed behind her stubbornly.
She was annoyed. She suddenly turned the steering wheel and changed the line to overtake. She did not want to see the Cayenne again.
Unexpectedly, as she overtook the car, the black Cayenne did the same thing.
Ainsley was supposed to go straight, but she turned right at the next corner. She looked happily at the car behind her that had no time to turn.