Chapter 120 The Civil Affairs Bureau is Brightly Lit

Andrew Locke was both infuriated and amused by Nora Hart's bold words: "Why does everything you say sound so unpleasant?"

Nora Hart thought for a moment: "Probably...because I'm telling the truth?"

"So? Miss Hart, are you trying to tell me that the truth is always unpleasant?"

Nora Hart raised an eyebrow: "Isn't it?"

Andrew Locke raised his hand to touch his chin, eyes watching the traffic ahead as he drove steadily: "Nora, if you're scared, just say it, and I'll let you out."

Let her out?

Nora Hart glanced at the elevated highway, devoid of villages ahead or stores behind.

If Andrew Locke let her out, at most he would be fined a few thousand yuan. If she couldn't walk down, her life would be at risk.

Princess had never cared about losing face, leaning back in her seat and nodding: "I thought about it, and I'd rather accept being poor than marry you."