Chapter 153: Bully
Author: June girl
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“So, where exactly are we going?” Joe asked, in a firm tone

John kept his eyes on the road, gripping the wheel confidently. “You’ll see.”

Joe frowned slightly, shifting in his seat. “You’ve been driving for almost an hour, John. You took the wheel like you had somewhere specific in mind.”

John smirked faintly but didn’t look at him. “I do.”

“And where is that?” Joe pressed, turning his head toward him.

John’s jaw twitched as though he was mulling over his response. “Just wait and see how.”

Joe let out a small, tired laugh. “I don’t think I have that patient.”

“Well, too bad,” John said firmly. “It looks like you’re going to have to acquire a bit of patience today.”

Joe shook his head, staring back out the window. “This is worse than standing in line for ice-cream.”

“What a nice way to describe this moment,” John said in a corky tone and Joe wasn’t buying his corkiness in fact he didn’t like it, but he didn’t say anything.

The car kept rolling, and it felt like they were dri
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