“Zachary! Zachary...”

Elisa chased after Zachary’s car for a few steps and gave up.

He refused to let her get into his car. Even if she lay under his wheels, he would not stop and simply send her to the afterlife.

Elisa watched as his car, followed by his entourage of bodyguards, drove away.

She stomped her feet.

She ran here early in the morning to block his way, which she succeeded, and in return, he helped her a little. After all, his bodyguards had helped to push the car to the side of