Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering Chapter 479: Get Out

Harry North also fumbled for a long ti before figuring out how to operate the car, but he was still confused by the specific buttons.

Eva Nightingale wasn’t exactly dumb, so she quickly figured out the operation and swiftly drove the Koenigsegg out of the garage.

*

In front of the Nightfall Palace building, a black, discreet luxury car was parked.

In the back seat, a man sat lazily and casually, leaning against the back seat, with his legs crossed, his deep, narrow phoenix eyes closed, exuding a sense of noble mystery.

At the sa ti, he exuded a strong sense of abstinence.

The man seed to be resting with his eyes closed.

"Mr. President, there’s news from Assistant North that Miss Eva has chosen a car and driven off," the driver politely said from the driver’s seat.

"Mr. President, there’s news from Lanwan Court that the old lady wants to see you, should you go?" the driver asked politely and tactfully, fearing that the wrong word would get him scolded by the Crown Prince.

Actually, in recent days, the old lady at Lanwan Court has been calling frequently, probably having heard about the President’s injury, so she’s been quite insistent...

For these past few days, she’s been urging him to return to the old house for a al, but the Crown Prince has ignored it, spending his days with Miss Eva, even coaxing her to eat.

The bodyguards and maids have been getting a mouthful of dog food.

"Mr. President, should we go or not?" Not receiving a response, the driver again politely inquired about the Crown Prince’s intention.

Because he was usually so rcurial and unpredictable, the driver was quite scared; after all, they knew firsthand the consequences of angering the Crown Prince.

"Hmm." Lucas Knight finally made a sound, lightly responding with a single word, so sparing with words.

He extended his long, slender, and well-defined hand, rubbed his brow, hmm, a headache, his mind in turmoil.

He knew there was another guy inside his body, discovered two years ago, when he had been severely injured, and that guy was there...

And every ti he appeared, his mind would go into chaos, and he would have a headache, not feeling like speaking.

He did not expect that this ti he ca out.

Just recently, at the banquet at Lanwan Court, at that ti, she insisted on going to the Nightingale Family, and then his mind was not under control, it hurt for a while, and then he lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, he lay in the military district courtyard in New York, M Country, covered in wounds.

At that ti, he was also curious how he got all those injuries... especially the chest, which had been fiercely stabbed with a knife.

Neither too severe nor too light.

It was just so close to piercing his heart...

At that ti, he was naturally bewildered.

But a mory not belonging to him forcibly broke through his mind, sweeping through like a tornado...

He rembered.

Those body wounds were the result of a fierce confrontation.

And that knife in the chest was even more...

"Mr. President, shall I start driving to Lanwan Court now?" the driver said, already starting to turn the car, as polite as ever.

"Stop." He uttered two words, cold and eerie, chilling to the bone.

"..." The driver shuddered, imdiately hitting the brakes; wasn’t it just the President himself who agreed?

The driver asked if they should go to Lanwan Court, and he simply responded with ’Hmm.’

Now he wants him to stop; what does the President want to do?

"You get out." Sparing with words again, he drove the driver out, then he got out, into the driver’s seat, and drove the car away.