Hum, hum, hum!
The setting sun slanted across the Pacific Ocean surface, bathing the Santa Monica Bay area in a dream-like golden glow.
At the junction of the sea and the shore, besides a golden beach, Santa Monica Beach, there was also a broad, straight highway, the Pacific Coast Highway.
At that moment, a luxury Porsche sedan was driving on Highway 205, speeding along with its large, heavy body and sleek, cool lines, the design exuding a sense of power.
"Focus on driving, why do you keep looking at me?"
In the passenger seat, Ivanka put down the manual in her hands and cast him a glance as she spoke.
Link shrugged his shoulders, his hands gripping the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.
This was the road to the bay villa, and there weren't many cars coming and going, so there was no need to worry about accidents. The only concern was not to gaze at the sea, sunset, or the bikini-clad women on the beach, lest one carelessly drove off the roadbsae.