CEO's Dumb Bride

Chapter 180 Letting Her Out

Chapter 180 Letting Her Out

Lilian pursed her lips.

She rolled her eyes and saw a lighter on the shelf.

Lilian immediately picked up the lighter and found paper towels in the storage compartment. She rolled the paper towels into a ball and lit it with a lighter.

The smoke then drifted out along the car window.

The young man who was looking in the mirror sniffed and finally realized something was wrong. He turned around and looked over.

Finally, he saw the smoke drifting out of the car window.

He frowned in confusion, walked around the car, and muttered, "Who is smoking in the car with the windows closed?"

But he thought about it, there was something wrong. He touched the cool hood, so was the car not ignited?

He went back to Lilian's car window and tapped it with his two fingers.

Lilian also responded quickly to him and smashed the car window several times.

The man heard it and said in shock, "Is there someone inside?"

Lilian opened her mouth and couldn't make a sound. She could only smash the car window with her fist. Because she had just lit the fire, the smoke in the car was a bit thick.

It was indescribably choking when she breathed into her lungs.

The man listened carefully and found that there was indeed someone inside, but he looked at the car logo and didn't dare to smash it.

So he said to the person in the car, "Just wait, I'll go in and ask whose car this is."

After the man finished speaking, he turned around and ran into the hotel lobby.

He stood at the door of the hall and shouted, "There is a Maybach outside with a license plate of five eights. There is someone locked inside. Whose car is going out to take a look?"

After he yelled, everyone looked at him.

Everyone was talking, "Whose car is it?"

"My car is Maybach, but my license plate number is not that Freaking awesome."

"I don't know, whose is it?"

"Could it be that one's?"

Everyone was guessing whether could be Francis's, but he was on the second floor now and they didn't dare to call him.

"Sir, Lucas. It could be Mr. Landau's. He is with Mr. Foster on the second floor. Why don't you go up and ask?"

This young man was Mr. Foster's youngest son, Lucas. His appearance here today was purely accidental, but everyone was familiar with him.

Lucas said oh, he didn't think too much. After all, human life was at stake.

He quickly went up to the second floor, pushed open the VIP room, stood at the doorway and shouted, "Who is Mr. Landau? Is the Maybach's license plate of five eights yours? Someone was locked in your car!"

As soon as he spoke, the sound in the room suddenly stopped.

Francis tilted his head slightly and looked over towards him.

Julian's expression changed even more. She subconsciously grabbed Francis's sleeves. Why was there someone in his car?

He won't bring Lilian here, right? Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

If this was really the case, then in a moment when the car door opened and Lilian appeared in full view, how could she explain her own identity?

"Lucas! Don't make trouble. How could there be someone in Mr. Landau's car? Get out quickly!" Mr. Foster scolded.

Lucas was a little anxious, "There was really someone. I heard the sound of knocking. If you don't believe me, go and take a look!"

When Julian saw Francis about to stand up, she clutched him hard, almost using up all her strength.

She forced a smile and said, "It's a golden retriever we raised. We didn't bring it down. Don't worry, Lucas. It'll be fine."

After saying that, she turned her head to look at Francis, "Right?"