Jane Sampson's car windows were closed, so people outside could only vaguely see that the driver was a woman, but couldn't make out the driver's face.
"They must think a female driver behind the wheel of this kind of car is super cool, really stylish, and quite an eyecatcher," Jane Sampson felt very good about herself.
James Black glanced at the dashboard and then let out a cold snort, "In this top-end off-road vehicle, on the airport road with a max speed limit of 120 km/h, you are in the slow lane cruising at the speed of a tortoise at 60 km/h. What do you think makes them look at you?"
Jane Sampson touched the tip of her nose, thought for a moment, and imitated Peter Gingery's tone, whispering, "Are they wondering if this woman is an idiot? A car worth over 5 million being driven at the speed of a Chery QQ car, is she stupid?"
At least, that's how Peter Gingery had once joked about others, so Jane had imitated his tone spot on.
