Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 672 - 671: Luxury Car Causes Trouble

"I don’t know either."

That was the only answer she could give. Fiona Sutton saw her hesitation, her twitching—she saw it all.

"I get it."

You’re clearly falling for that man, Fiona thought.

"Let’s go back, class is almost over."

Nia Mitchell nodded.

On the way back, she was more silent than before, mulling over the two questions Fiona Sutton had raised.

Before they even realized it, they had reached the girls’ dormitory building.

"HOLY SHIT!"

Fiona Sutton suddenly swore. Nia Mitchell was startled and, following Fiona’s gaze, she saw it... Uh... That Maybach was surrounded, with people packed three deep around it.

Many people were gathered, buzzing with discussion.

"Oh my God, what are they looking at? Let’s go see!"

From behind, a classmate’s voice rang out, and then three figures darted over.

"You should all go take a look! That Maybach featured in a world-class magazine last month is parked right there! God, I’ve been wondering who bought it."

"No way, we must go take a look."

"That car is so cool. You could probably impress a new girl every time."

"God, not just girls—I’m a guy and even I’m dazzled."

"Sigh, who do you think this car belongs to?"

"Who knows? That’s hard to say!"

...

Amid the buzz, Nia Mitchell stood, her mouth twitching.

Fiona Sutton raised an eyebrow at her.

"Actually, Nia Mitchell, you’re just here to make all these little hussies at school jealous, aren’t you?"

Fiona sighed. God, these female students were practically glued to the car. How terrifying. This scene should be written into history.

Nia Mitchell was speechless.

Could she admit that when she fled in such a hurry, she’d just picked up a car key at random? Besides, all the cars in the CEO’s garage—Maybachs, Rolls-Royces, and the like—were luxury vehicles. Any one of them was a fancy car. She really hadn’t known that the one she had casually driven was the most impressive of them all.

Nia Mitchell probably didn’t know that, actually, there were even more impressive cars in that garage.

"Hey, look, look! I think I see that bitch, Julia Adams."

Fiona Sutton immediately frowned, pointing to a woman in the crowd.

Nia Mitchell followed Fiona Sutton’s hand and looked. Sure enough, it really was Julia Adams.

Julia Adams was constantly pushing the people around her, and they were pushing back.

"All of you, get out of my way! Move!"

Ignoring her own image, the scene was much more terrifying than when Young Master Peary had come last time.

She’d been shoving for over ten minutes and still hadn’t managed to get to the car, Julia fumed internally. Damn, damn, damn! Her time was very precious. What if the car owner came right now? She had to force her way to the car door. That way, when the owner arrived, he would definitely notice her.

Julia Adams clung to this thought, and of course, so did the other female students.

"Stop squeezing, or someone will get hurt!" someone in the crowd roared.

Then, more cursing ensued.

"Who the fuck stepped on my foot!"

"AH! My hair! Who’s tugging my hair!"

"Clear the way! I can’t breathe!"

"That car is mine! All of you, get out of the way!"

"I’m the owner of the car! All of you, get lost!"

"This is my boyfriend’s car! Let me in!"

...

Fiona Sutton turned her head to look at Nia Mitchell, her face full of amusement.

"Don’t move. Keep me company a bit longer to watch these little minxes. Hahaha, ’boyfriend’... hahaha..."