Chapter 171
Glancing at Vicky, the pieces of information clicked in Mister Kirbyâs mind, and it was visible how it
looked like a light bulb lit up in his head.
âAre you afraid your husband might misunderstand us?â He smiled gently.â Fine. Call your husband and
ask him to come to pick you up. Neither of us has to worry.â
Vicky remained silent for a few seconds. âItâs not necessary. I can go back by myself. Heâs busy, and
heâs probably still working.â
âNo matter how busy his work is, it isnât as important as the safety of his wife.â He put his hands into his
pocket. A shadow of his body was reflected on the ground. âMiss Shaw, you have two options now.
Either you call your husband and ask him to pick you up, or Iâll send you back home.â
Vicky was unable to reason with the man and felt rather helpless. She had no idea why this man was
so responsible. After giving it a thought, she decided to call Tyler.
Beep, beep, beep!
No one answered the phone. After the call got disconnected automatically, she looked at Mister Kirby.
âHeâs probably too busy to answer.â
âItâs alright.â Mister Kirby was not bothered by it. âIâm free now. I can wait with you.â
After a few minutes, she tried to call Tyler again, but just as before, he did not answer.
With Mister Kirby glaring at her by the side, she said helplessly, âMy husband might be having a
meeting at the company. Why donât you send me to his office? Iâll wait for him there.â
Mister Kirby thought for a while and said, âAlright.â
He took out his key to unlock his car and opened the passengerâs door gentlemanly.
Vicky wanted to sit in the backseat, but when Mister Kirby opened the door, she had no choice but to sit
in the front passenger seat. She put on her seat belt and said, âHart Corporation.â
With that, Mister Kirby started the engine and drove off. His car was a modified SUV, and judging by
the carâs appearance, it was no normal car.
The city was bright and shimmering at night.
As Mister Kirby drove swiftly, the plants and buildings outside the window were nothing but a blur.
Vicky took a look at the speedometer and asked, âDo you like to race cars?â
âI did like it before.â His slender, clear fingers clasped around the steering wheel. He added, âBut Iâm
too old for that. I seldom race now.â
âToo old?â Vicky checked him out. âHe looks like heâs around twenty-five or twenty-six. Is that old?
She made no remark of his age and instead asked, âSince you donât like to race anymore, can you
perhapsâ¦drive slower?â
They were in the city area, and the number on the speedometer was nearly a hundred. Mister Kirby
slowed down and said, âI thought you were in a hurry, so I drove faster.â
âEven if I am, itâs important to drive safely,â remarked Vicky.
Mister Kirby smiled and said, âYouâre right.â
Hart Corporation was situated in the best area in the central business district, and it only took 20
minutes forthem to arrive.
After Vicky got out of the car, she thanked him, saying, âThank you for sending me here, Mister Kirby.
Itâs quite late. You should head back and rest.â
Mister Kirby, not planning on staying, answered, âAlright. You should go up.â
Vicky nodded and entered the building.
Once she was inside, however, she looked back. Mister Kirbyâs car was still parked at the same place.
He rolled down the window to look at her.
Although he was quite a rebellious-looking person, his eyes were peaceful and quiet with no other
emotions. Just like what he said, he was just doing what he could.
Vicky looked at him and said, âMister Kirby, you can go back now.â