When Vincent realized his back was pressed tightly against the seat, he knew this time... well, at least he wasn't going to die.
Instinctively, he turned his head to look at the man who was now sitting steadily in the driver's seat, his expression unchanged, yet his eyes were so intense they seemed to drip with gloom.
This expression gave him a feeling similar to the icy sensation he had just experienced at the moment of life and death.
Silently retracting his gaze, he thought that witnessing the man's driving skills in his lifetime could be considered dying without regrets.
Up front, Arabella Vanderbilt was solely focused on taking control of the vehicle, her voice strong and cold.
"Either stop the car or give me the steering wheel!"
The driver's face was full of tension and fear, yet he stubbornly held onto the steering wheel without slackening.
"How can I let the Princess drive herself? If the Queen finds out, I'll surely be severely punished."
