Amelia Clarke finally got her wish and saw Isaac Taylor's face turning ugly bit by bit in her field of vision.
Isaac Taylor glared at her with a dark look for a full minute before he fiercely stepped on the gas and roared away.
Given the speed of the car, it was obvious that he was infuriated by Amelia Clarke's words.
There was a certain satisfaction in Amelia's heart.
For so long, she had been threatened by Isaac Taylor, but this time, she had finally got the upper hand.
Power really is a wonderful thing.
All she did was borrow someone else's power, and it was enough to make Isaac Taylor hesitate to act rashly.
Thinking about it, the color in Amelia's eyes deepened.
It was now almost twelve o'clock.
Amelia looked at a taxi approaching in the distance with "Available" sign, set the gift box on the ground, and was about to hail the taxi when her phone rang.
She hesitated for a moment as she watched the taxi get closer, but decided to answer the call first.