"You want somewhere?" asked Hendra following behind the man.
"No need, I can do it myself. You stay here, take care of the woman," said Devan.
"Yes sir."
"Ah yes, I forgot. Don't let she go before I come."
"Yes sir."
Devan just nodded without looking at the middle-aged man, continued walking towards the garage lot filled with Ferraris of various types and colors.
Choosing a black Ferrari as his vehicle, Devan then left the yard.
Without the man noticing, someone smiled watching him leave, not far from the gate, Byanca parked the car.
"No one can take you from me, Devan Atmadja. Whoever it is," Byanca muttered.
Without waiting long she immediately stepped on the gas.
"Lukman, open the gate," Byanca shouted at the man from inside the car.
"Miss Byanca? Okay, wait a minute," replied the security and opened the gate.
