Chapitre 1203: We have some... problems...

Like father, like daughter, the first thing Jennifer sniffed out in this place was Oscar's most favorite spot—which was the place that seemed to have good taste in American motors and imports. I could say Quinn should be losing her head as well but her DB9 said otherwise. In any case, let's just say I was strong-armed into buying this off-road Buggy that looked like a roll cage with wheels.

It didn't even have anything special on it aside from the huge-ass engine with the blower, but it seemed like Jennifer wanted a blank canvas instead.

"THANKS A LOT, LIL BRO! I'LL MAKE IT UP TO YA!"

I rolled my eyes as I shook my head, "Yeah, yeah~"

"OH, COME ON! DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT! THIS IS MY WELCOMING PRESENT!"

Quinn cackled from the side, "You sure are excited, huh?"

"WHAT'S THERE— What's not to be excited about?! Can't you see it?! It's a work in progress, sure, but—"

"I'm more into exotics, actually."

"Ah~ I see, I see… and him?"