She silently cursed his underhanded, manipulative tactics.

But she had to comply with his command.

It sucked!

Witnessing her exasperated expression, Brian's Lips curved into a smirk.

He produced the car keys and tossed them in her direction.

“Ah, the car keys are here."

Rosalynn, now seated in the driver's seat of Brian's car, allowed her forced smile to fade.

She cast a sarcastic glance at the man occupying the passenger seat.

“Mr. Hughes, I'm not good at driving. Are you sure you want to risk riding with me?"

Brian buckled his seat belt and shot her a playful glance.

“Dying in the company of a beautiful woman could be a unique sort of pleasure. At least I won't be alone on the road to the afterlife, right?"

Rosalynn was at a loss for words.

His reasoning was as twisted as ever.

Rosalynn brought the car to life. Once they hit the road, she intentionally disengaged the clutch abruptly and floored the accelerator.

The resulting jerk made Brian's body jolt violently.

Such a maneuver could easily make one dizzy and nauseated.

However, Brian merely returned her action with an impish grin.

"Rosalynn, it's fine if you want to make fun of me. But if you end up uncomfortable, I'd feel bad for you.”

Rosalynn fell silent.

She was, after all, also in the car.

Her driving antics managed to make even her own stomach churn.

It was like the proverbial Pyrrhic victory-winning a skirmish, but losing heavily in the process