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“Drop that big face,” cold but authoritative.

Yet, no one can tell me what I should and should not do. Of course instead of my parents.

I raised an eyebrow at the man in front of the steering wheel. The car was obviously a new one. The back seat was still covered with plastics.

Thorne picked me up too early. And if my guess was right, I wonder what company would release a car as early as six in the morning.

‘Well, he was a Wright. They get what they want at any time they please.’

“Err, and what do you care about? I’ll pull a face whenever I...