Bab 162: CHAPTER 162: YOU WON’T LIKE IT WHEN I’M ANGRY

Keisha stood on the pavement, scanning the array of cars, unsure which one belonged to Keiffer. She decided to wait for him to make his move.

"Why aren't you getting into my car? Waiting for me to roll out the red carpet?" Keiffer's sarcasm cut through the air.

"I'm just trying to figure out which one's yours," Keisha replied calmly.

Keiffer raised an eyebrow. "Obviously, it's the Ferrari. Did you think I'd be caught dead driving a van? Not exactly the image of cool for a guy with my bank account," he boasted.

Keisha suppressed the urge to roll her eyes. "Ugh, his arrogance is nauseating," she muttered under her breath.

Turning to Keiffer, she looked him up and down. "Hmm... I actually thought you were driving the van. You give off more of a 'hoodlum' doing bad things to get a money vibe," she declared casually before putting on her aviators and striding confidently towards his Ferrari, exuding the confidence of a supermodel.