Henry Russell and Charlotte got into the supercar, leaving Sophia Taylor standing alone on the side like a spectator.
She stomped her foot in irritation where she stood and was sprayed with a puff of smoke by the starting car.
"Damn it!"
Cursing, Sophia eventually resigned and hailed a taxi from the roadside.
The taxi driver must have seen the previous scene; he looked at Sophia with a hint of sympathy.
"Little miss, if a boy already has a girlfriend, you shouldn't be too clingy. It's time to let it go and be more open-minded," he preached in a Northeastern accent.
Sophia, listening to his words, was so furious it was like a cat being stepped on its tail, nearly jumping off her seat.
"Who asked for your opinion? Just do your job and drive."
"Tsk, people these days, can't even handle the truth," the driver muttered.
Meanwhile, in the supercar, Charlotte sat in the passenger seat, leaning back with great pleasure.