Jonathan glanced askance at her, but instead of giving the passport, he opened his lips and said, "Get in the car!"
Rochelle sneered. "I said, give me my passport!"
Her eyes scanned the car as she said that because she was prepared to cut all the crap and just snatch the passport from him.
Jonathan seemed to know what she was thinking but still asked coldly, "Aren't you going to Aharromoggh?"
Rochelle's vision froze. "And what of it?"
She would fight him if he so much as dared to stop her!
Jonathan's dark black eyes stared right at her. "Get in the car. I'll bring you to the airport."
Rochelle hesitated for a few seconds, but eventually got into the car and sat down.
The car engine was started and then driven into traffic.
Jonathan drove in a fast yet steady manner that was truly the epitome of stealth. Rochelle saw that he was heading for the airport and felt immensely relieved.
