Chapter 47 What a Pity, He's a Pervert

The female driver looked at Catherine's face, filled with shame, "I'm sorry, Master. She recognized me, and she even knew that I've been following behind you. But I managed to change the subject in time and didn't reveal those ruffians' connection to us."

Catherine raised an eyebrow and pinched the female driver's face forcefully, her eyelids drooping, "He also sensed that I knew what he was thinking, forcing me to clarify our relationship. It's not your fault; he's just very astute."

"Master, could you reward me a little more?"

The female driver's face was as rosy as a peach blossom, her eyes full of anticipation.

Catherine looked at her coldly, then suddenly kicked her away, stepping on her head.

The female driver's face lit up with even more excitement, panting heavily as she lay on the ground.

Catherine bent down and asked, "How are those men now?"