“Hey, if it isn’t the famous Ms. Fisher!”

The driver of a GTR that was queuing at the next row lowered his window and whistled at Sue.

They were not acquainted, but they were sports car owners, and there was only one Lamobrghini known to prowl Shagan. That was how he knew it was Sue. Sue lowered her window too. “Don’t give yourself too much credit now!”

And with that, she closed her window, ignoring the driver-not all men were Frank and able to get her to lower her pride.

On top of that, he was just driving a salaryman’s sports car, which meant he was not all that rich.

As such, Sue would show him no mercy.

Still, the GTR driver was bent on provoking Sue. “Impressive, Ms. Fisher… you’re just as feisty as the rumors say! Race you to the service area!”