Two minutes later, Mark Tremont’s car drove away. Arianne released a breath that she was unaware of holding, wondering what he was doing when the car was stationary.
“Sir... It’s snowing. Are you really not letting miss in the car? Should we wait a bit more? Or shall I call her?”
The driver, Brian Pearce, was rather worried.
“Busybody...” Mark Tremont looked at the delicate silhouette from the rearview mirror, feeling inexplicably annoyed. He waited for two minutes and had given her the chance.
When Arianne arrived at school, Tiffany Lane was baffled by her soaked state.
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