Chapter 586: Chapter 586



“We’re going to your place to see if your family has any honor left. I’m not marrying you, and I won’t be forced into a marriage!”

Fannie slumped into the passenger seat, her nerves frayed beyond repair. When Bobby mentioned heading to her house, she panicked and made two desperate attempts to escape, only to be shoved back into the seat each time.

Bobby slipped back into the driver’s seat, and the Lamborghini shot forward, devouring the road in long, swift strides.

“Please, Bobby,” Fannie pleaded, her voice trembling. “Don’t drag my family into this. They’re old—they couldn’t handle the shock.”

“Oh, so you’re seeing the light now, huh?” Bobby floored the gas, and the engine roared down the street, turning heads with its sharp, unapologetic rumble.

Fannie was on the verge of tears, her fingers gripping the edge of the seat. She nodded frantically, raising her hand in a shaky attempt at reassurance.

“I swear, I’ll take care of the damage to your car. Just give me a little time.”

But Bobby wasn’t worried about the car. He only brought up her family to scare her.

If she’d taken a breath, she could have realized he was simply circling downtown, not headed anywhere in particular.

“Oh, cut the act! You think I’m buying that? Using car repairs as a ploy to worm your way closer? Please! Since I was sixteen, people have tried pulling every trick in the book to win me over. You think I can’t spot a scheme as flimsy as yours?”

Fannie’s heart sank, and silent tears slipped down her cheeks. She tried to make sense of his words.

“So, are you saying I don’t need to fix the car?”

Bobby hadn’t anticipated that.

“Who said that?”

“If I fix it, you think I have an angle. If I don’t, you’re upset. What do you even want from me?” she mumbled under her breath, but Bobby heard her.

“What was that?” he demanded.

“Nothing.”

Without warning, Bobby slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to an abrupt stop in a deserted area. The road stretched into silence, bordered by overgrown bushes and empty space.

“Out. Get lost!”

Hurt and humiliated, Fannie climbed out, barely catching her balance as the pink Lamborghini sped away, leaving her standing alone.

Stranded, she had no choice but to call for backup.

Her friend, Dulce Lee, arrived in a Ferrari ten minutes later.

“Bobby ditched you here?”

“Yeah.”

“What a jerk!” Dulce wanted to give him a piece of her mind.

“Forget it,” Fannie murmured, brushing away her tears. “It’s my fault for not doing my homework before going to Katherine. And then I went and damaged his car. No wonder he doesn’t like me.”

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