I drove home quickly and as soon as I entered the garage, I found that my most precious Maybach was missing.
I sent him a message with anger. [Lucas, did you lend my Maybach to someone else?]
I suppressed my anger, tightly grasped the phone in my hand and wished I could tear that man into pieces.
[Maybach? I borrowed it ....] He had not yet sobered up and replied in a daze. Then he quickly admitted as if he remembered something.
[Did I ever tell you that you can borrow any car except this one? It's my dad's legacy!]
The anger surged in my heart and I stepped up the stairs in my high heels.
As soon as I entered the room, I kicked him in the stomach and kicked him off the sofa.
He fell to the ground with a muffled sound and he also sobered up.
"Baby ... Baby, what's wrong?"
"Lucas, how dare you lend my Maybach to someone else!"
He was stunned for a moment. Before he reacted, I slapped him in the face and four bright red fingerprints immediately appeared on his face.
"I told you when we first started dating that you can use anything I have except this Maybach. You are so bold as to lend it to Ariana, that intern!"