Chapter 70: Who Are You Calling 'Darling'?

"Fuck, a Phaeton. Can't believe there are people dumb enough to buy this thing." "What's wrong with you? Too much money to burn? If it were me, I'd go for a Mercedes-Benz or BMW-way better than some crappy Volkswagen." Pierce Jackson had been watching Annalise, who was cornered not far away, when two young guys, cigarettes dangling from their lips, swaggered over. *Knock, knock… knock, knock, knock.* At least they had the decency to tap on the window-barely polite. "What do you want?" Pierce...