Too late!
The car door was locked.
From the front passenger seat, Blunt Hussey's teasing voice came: "Vivian, if you need to buy anything, just tell me, and I'll have my people get it for you. There's no need for you to go out personally."
Lola Hussey's expression froze, making her look even more comical: "The thing I need to buy is, um, for girls. It's not really appropriate for your people to buy it for me..."
"I'll have my female subordinates do it then, that shouldn't be an issue, right?"
It seemed that Blunt Hussey didn't notice her embarrassment and insisted on her staying in the car.
But Lola felt too awkward.
Why was her cousin being so difficult today?
She stole a glance at the person beside her and saw an exquisite, thin windbreaker, long legs crossed over each other, black dress pants, a meticulously ironed English shirt. Unlike her cousin's business-oriented elite style, his outfit was more casual.
Then she looked at his face.