On the streets, countless people stopped to watch.
An incredibly luxurious convoy was moving slowly down the road, neatly lined up. The cars in front cleared the way, not daring to get close to the opulent fleet for fear of accidentally scraping against one and going bankrupt just trying to cover the damages.
However, what was completely out of place was a humble Mercedes in the middle of this convoy, surrounded by hundreds of top-class luxury cars.
It was like a duckling had mixed in with a group of swans, which seemed odd.
Inside the Mercedes, Jacob kept his eyes wide open throughout the ride, holding the steering wheel tightly, his hands slick with cold sweat.
He glanced at Alexander, who was on the phone, through the rearview mirror, and swallowed subconsciously.
Alexander hung up the phone, raised his head, and looked at Jacob who was driving, saying, "What were you going to say to me earlier?"