Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister
Chapter 661 Baby

The assistant listened to the sudden realization: "Shit! Why didn't I think of that."

"Rub your head in it! Why don't you go and prepare a new gift again?"

Alastair made a gesture to raise his leg and scared the assistant to run out: "Mr. Jakovich, give me ten minutes, I will bring the gift to you."

Alastair exhaled viciously, apparently his douchebag assistant had just pissed him off.

He calmed down his inner emotions and looked back to see Catherine standing or leaning over in front of his supercar taking pictures with happiness written all over her face.

Is it so like that or not? How do you feel that you are going to eat it up.

Aren't you Darren's girl? He didn't send you one?

Humph! That kind of man, do not send forget, save you feel indebted to him, when the time is ripe, I send you one.

Alastair thought about walking over and said towards Catherine, "I didn't realize you were so into supercars too."

The assistant had botched the job of creating a common topic for him and Catherine.

"Yes, you also like it? Do you want to come over and take a couple of pictures, I guess the owner will be here in a while, and then there will be no more pictures to take." Catherine replied to Alastair, but never took her eyes off the supercar.

Alastair also looked at his Porsche, what is the magic of this car, just like this to conquer Catherine? I've been in love for so many years, but I never thought I'd be better off with a car.

Catherine did not hear a reply for a long time before she reacted to the fact that the person standing next to her was Alastair, who is the president of one of the four major groups, how could he be like himself. "Uh, sorry, Mr. Jakovich, I just got excited and thought I was standing next to my bestie, when I was in college, she and I would run over to take pictures when we saw this kind of super run, so......" Catherine The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to its customers.

Although she is married to Darren, but she has always been reluctant to spend Darren's money, even her own means of transportation to work is she bought in installments, plus Darren does not like supercars, usually drive cars like Rolls-Royce, Lincoln, so she saw the supercar to be so excited.

"Well, it's okay, you can sit in it and try to see how it feels."

"This is not very good, in case the owner of the house comes back, won't it be embarrassing?" Catherine did not know that this supercar was Alastair, so she said so.

"Actually, what I'm trying to say is that this Porsche is mine."

"Huh? Yours?" Catherine was surprised that she kept taking pictures in front of the owner of this car, and even graciously asked him to come along for the ride, wasn't that a bit much?

The thought of Catherine's face crept up with a wisp of crimson, not knowing what to say.

Alastair, however, did not care at all and said with a smile, "Are you sure you don't want to sit in it and try it out?"

"Try, of course try!" Catherine heard that you can sit on it to try, where can still take care of other, quickly replied.

Alastair smiled, opened the door, and said with a smile, "It's an honor to be your driver."

Catherine looked at Alastair resentfully, wanted to say something, took a look at the shiny supercar, and took a breath as if she had made some big decision.

"That, Mr. Jakovich, may I try it in the car?" Catherine looked at Alastair with a questioning gaze and said softly.

"Sure, you have to be the driver, naturally I can't force anyone to do anything." Alastair replied jokingly, and then walked towards the passenger seat.

Catherine joyfully raised her soulful little hand and arced it in the air, "I'd be honored to be your driver, too."

Then Catherine got into the supercar, hands clutching the steering wheel with the GT logo, her heart inexplicably nervous, scared, after all, this is her first time driving a supercar, its vision and the usual car is not quite the same, she was worried that she accidentally scratched the car, hit, even if she sold it, she could not afford to pay ah.

LOL! Big baby, for you I also fought.

The car's engine started with a buzz, the sound of the engine was audible, but the car drove unusually slowly.

As the distance shrank and Catherine became slowly more proficient at it, the speed picked up at once, and under Alastair's guidance they arrived at a barbecue.

"In summer, you should eat some of these open-air street barbecues, is that what you call cool?"

Catherine wondered how a rich young man like him could be eating open-air barbecues like the common people. This is not what happens in TV dramas, they think these things are carcinogenic, right? They don't think these things are carcinogenic, but why would they still eat them?

The shiny GT shone brightly in such an environment, and the diners were each as surprised as Catherine was when she first saw it, so the two were in the spotlight as soon as they got out of the car. Alastair walked as if nothing had happened, with his trademark smile still on his face. Catherine was slightly uncomfortable, but was affected by Alastair on the side, and soon calmed down.

Alastair skillfully ordered his food and finally ordered a cold beer, smiling and saying, "Kebabs with cold beer are the ultimate treat."

During the course of the meal, the two of them kept talking, and Catherine was amused by Alastair and let out crisp laughter from time to time.

Catherine is more and more interesting Alastair this person, obviously very rich, but has the same pursuit as herself.

In the two of them laughing, time flies, Catherine looked at her wrist watch, the time is late, she is a little worried that Darren will look for her, think about it or take out her cell phone.

No way! Twenty-eight missed calls! Two from the editor-in-chief, the rest are from Darren. I think the editor-in-chief also called because Darren was looking for himself. It's over, it's over, this time back to die.

Catherine was distracted by Alastair's excited talk, but her heart was anxious, where is the meaning of stopping ah, and I do not know how long it will take to finish eating. Alastair saw beads of sweat rolling down Catherine's forehead from time to time, even the temples were wet, and asked with concern, "Are you a little uncomfortable?"

I'm not uncomfortable, I'm scared! Alas, you don't understand even if I say so.

Catherine had a bright idea, simply say they are not feeling well, take this opportunity to slip away, if you go back earlier, maybe you can still fool over, if later, Darren also did not eat their own. "Well, Mr. Jakovich, I'm a little sick, so let's call it a day." Catherine said softly, pretending to be weak.

"Well, let's go then, I'll drive you back." Alastair pulled out a few tissues and handed them to Catherine, then wiped them off as well and got up to leave.

"No, I'll just go back by myself, it's very close to my house." Catherine said sheepishly.

If Darren knew that Alastair had sent her home, what would happen? She didn't dare to take that risk.