Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!-Chapter 439: Little Tyrant

Phoebe King stood at the bar entrance for five or six minutes, watching a dark green Bentley car stop by the roadside outside the bar.

In this area teeming with luxury cars, a Bentley wasn’t particularly eye-catching, but the muted dark green deeply appealed to Phoebe King.

She stood motionless by the door, eyeing the Bentley, wanting to see who would get out of the car, having such good taste.

She saw the car door open, and a man halfway emerged from the car, not bothering to walk around the car, directly standing by the door and saying to Phoebe King, "Not intending to walk?"

Phoebe King was startled for a moment and hurriedly trotted over in her high heels, "It’s you? Bought a new car?"

Stephen Sutton didn’t respond, sliding back into the car.

Phoebe King looked the car over from front to back, clearly a new purchase, the body was shiny, and even the license plate hadn’t been attached yet. She habitually opened the back seat door, stood there for a moment, and asked him, "Just picked it up?"

Stephen Sutton glanced at her and said, "Nobody’s ever sat in it."

Phoebe King chuckled, immediately closed the back door, opened the front passenger door, and bent down into the car.

After she closed the car door, Stephen Sutton glanced at her, saw her self-consciously starting to fasten her seatbelt, then slowly started the car.

Phoebe King, sitting excitedly in the car, glanced around, "This car’s nice, imposing exterior, quite spacious inside, but this color doesn’t seem like your style."

Stephen Sutton drove silently.

Phoebe King smiled and asked him, "Did you buy the new car just for me?"

Stephen Sutton scoffed, "You’re thinking too highly of yourself."

Phoebe imitated his scoff, looked at him with a smile, "I remember, a few days ago Audrey asked me about choosing a car, I thought she was buying and needed advice, it seemed she liked this color, right? How come it just happens to match your new car?"

Stephen Sutton calmly explained, "This car was originally intended for Audrey, but after she test drove it, she said it didn’t feel right, so I told her to pick a different one when she has time."

Phoebe King looked at him skeptically, clearly doubting his explanation: "Teacher Sutton, lying is not for good kids."

"Why would I lie?"

"Better not." Phoebe King kicked off her high heels, leaned back, and placed her feet on the dashboard, wiggling her toes saying, "I thought Teacher Sutton bought a new car just because I wouldn’t sit in the front passenger seat."

Stephen Sutton laughed internally, surprised that this girl, although usually bold and brash, had quite a sharp mind, but he naturally wouldn’t admit it.

He simply asked her, "So why wouldn’t you sit in the front passenger seat before?"

Phoebe King arrogantly replied, "I won’t sit where other women have."

Stephen Sutton secretly curled his lips; he remembered during his matchmaking period with Rosalind Sherman, Phoebe refused to sit in the front passenger seat because Rosalind had sat there before. He thought she was just saying it out of spite, not realizing she really cared about such things.

Stephen Sutton: "Then you should drive yourself from now on; not only the front passenger seat, the backseat too has had women sitting in it."

Phoebe King knew he was deliberately provoking her; she twirled her curly hair with her fingers and said, "I don’t care, just don’t let any other women in this car again, not Teacher Linton, not Teacher Armstrong, let them pay for their own ride."

Then, realizing something was off, she corrected herself, "No, let them pay for their own ride, your money is only for me to spend, and your car is only for me to ride."

Stephen Sutton didn’t expect her to not only be a rogue but also a little tyrant.

"Did you hear me?"

Stephen Sutton suppressed his laughter, glanced at her, and said, "Already married? Starting to be overbearing."

Phoebe King arrogantly shaking her feet said, "It’s only a matter of time; anyway, you can’t marry anyone else, if you try dating, I’ll have my ways to scare them off, if you don’t marry me, then be single forever."

Stephen Sutton: "That’s a tyrant’s contract; even the anti-corruption efforts might investigate you."

Phoebe King: "You’re just chicken; the meal’s at your mouth but you don’t dare to open it."

The car stopped at the traffic light at the intersection, Stephen Sutton glanced at her wiggling feet, coldly saying, "Put your feet down, wearing a skirt, sit properly."

Phoebe King pouted, reluctantly put her feet down, complied with his reprimand, straightened up in her seat, and heard him say, "Also, putting feet up is dangerous; if the airbag deploys, your leg could break."

"Then you’d have to take care of me for life."

Stephen Sutton rolled his eyes at her, started the car, driving away from the intersection, and then asked, "Drinking?"

Phoebe King smiled, "Just a sip or two."

Stephen Sutton: "What about smoking?"

Phoebe King: "Absolutely not, check my bag if you don’t believe, I haven’t bought cigarettes in ages, even my lighter is lost, it’s full of candy."

She opened her bag showing him, then pulled out a lollipop, unwrapping it while asking, "Want one?"

Stephen Sutton: "I think soon I’ll have to take you to the hospital to get your teeth pulled."

Phoebe King put the candy in her mouth, "I already had my bad teeth pulled."

Stephen Sutton glared at her, saying nothing further, focusing on driving.

Phoebe King sucked on her lollipop, rolled down the window, leaning on it to watch outside, light rain drizzling, the street quiet and serene, cool wind on her face, the night felt quite enchanting.

The next day, the drizzle continued.

Audrey Sutton had no classes in the morning, stayed home sleeping in, then cooked lunch to take to Shane Warner at his company.

Shane Warner had been at Starfield these days, apparently busy with a collaboration with some foreign cosmetics company.

In the office, Shane Warner was buried in sketching designs with a pencil,

Faye Xavier knocked and entered, handed him a file folder, saying, "I just picked it up from the design department, Master Shane, see if you’re satisfied with this batch."

Shane Warner motioned with his chin, "Leave it here, I’ll look at it this afternoon."

Faye nodded, put the file on the desk, but didn’t walk away immediately.

Shane Warner looked up at her, asked, "Anything else?"

Faye smiled and said, "I just wanted to ask, what about Phillip Keating?"

Shane Warner set down his pencil, lowered his gaze silent for a second, then picked up and sipped his tea, casually said, "Don’t let him come out of prison alive."

Faye smiled, nodded, clearly sharing the same thought, "Understood."

To uproot weeds, you must pull them out completely, eliminating future troubles.

Shane Warner: "What about Lan Irving? Has he left yet?"

Faye: "I called not long ago and couldn’t get through, probably on the plane. I instructed Old Man Dawson to assist, he’ll contact me once Lan is picked up."

Shane Warner nodded, seemed like he wanted to say more, but heard someone outside say "Madam’s here," knowing Audrey Sutton had arrived, he ended the topic with Faye, signaling her to leave.