"Yes." Roye, who had been standing guard by the door, immediately bowed.
"Send her home."
"Yes."
Rebecca Quentin sat frozen in her seat, her throat too dry to utter a word.
Roye opened the car door then. Seeing Rebecca struggling to sit up straight, he said with some reluctance, "'Ma'am', please."
Rebecca slowly released her tight grip on the car cushion. No more fantasizing. Cradling her belly, she slowly rose, and Roye helped her out of the car.
Roye immediately made a phone call, and moments later, a silver car pulled up beside Rebecca Quentin.
The driver had already opened the car door and was waiting for Rebecca to get in.
Roye gave the driver a few instructions and then returned to Howard Geoffrey's car.
Rebecca bit her lip lightly and finally walked towards the silver car.
Meanwhile, Roye had started Howard's car, and an instant later, it drove directly towards the parking lot.
