When compared, Stanhope Brown, who was slightly taller than Quinn Brown and radiated a noble aura, was clearly superior to Quinn, who had a somewhat vulgar air about him.
Seeing Stanhope get off the car, people began to gather and discuss if this was the national heartthrob, Secretary of State Stanhope Brown.
Standing in the middle of the street, the traffic was already backed up behind him. Initially, the drivers were annoyed, but when they saw the Maserati and the Cayenne collide, they stopped complaining and obediently waited for the situation to be resolved.
At this moment, when Stanhope got out of the car, everyone took out their cellphones and took pictures of him.
With his hands in his pockets, Stanhope looked at Quinn indifferently, his voice slow and unhurried, without a trace of anger or any hint of emphasis, as if narrating an ordinary event.