Chapter 942

Cordy was fuming-how could John still pay attention to other stuff?

She was dying here, but he did not care at all!

Taking a deep breath to calm down, she told Max the chauffeur, “Shake them off.”

“Yes, Ms. Sachs.”

Max was a racing driver who competed in the higher echelons, and it took him just around half an hour to shake their tail off.

However, he had been driving too quickly, weaving in and out of narrow alleys and powersliding through corners, and Cordy was left carsick right then.

Clutching her mouth, she mumbled, “Stop somewhere. I need to vomit.”

“Okay,” Max replied and promptly stopped the car by the road.

Cordy opened the door and started vomiting with a loud 1 blargh’.

Naturally, vomiting once was not quite enough-she kept vomiting over several consecutive times.

She had lost sleep the entire night last night, and being carsick while lethargic was twice more uncomfortable.

“Drink some water.”

bottle of mineral

and took a moment to

asked, “Have you

in frustration,

whenever she had

get something to

“Nope.” Cordy refused.

“You’d get carsick again.”

huffed, giving up on life

to chuckle

you laughing about?” Cordy was even more

happiness on the

an adult, but you behave like a

harder from

John

to force Cordy to get breakfast, and the soup she had really made her

delayed

by 1 PM that would take them to the island, but they

was very drowsy when they arrived

to sleep last night, and all she could think about was scenarios

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