The car was driving fast. Vivian's internal organs were already injured. Now being tossed like this, she felt like her organs were about to shift.

She glanced at Quinton, her expression cold. "Where are you planning to go?"

Quinton ignored her. He stuck his head out of the car window to look at the helicopter in the sky, then turned back and smiled at Vivian, "I take you away. How do you feel now? Looking forward to it?"

Vivian sneered, asking, "Have you already found a ...