At the entrance, Monica had been taking care of Brandon, while Finn had been watching coldly from the side.
The receptionist at the door stepped forward respectfully. "Sir, ma'am, the car I called for you has arrived."
She turned around and saw a taxi parked at the entrance. Monica helped Brandon up from the wall. "The car is here. I'll send you back."
Brandon nodded. It was obvious that he felt very uncomfortable after getting drunk, so he could not refuse. He then placed all his weight on Monica's body. The two of them walked unsteadily toward the taxi.
The car door had already been opened respectfully by the receptionist. Monica helped Brandon into the back seat of the car and prepared to sit in it herself. Her arm was suddenly shackled by a powerful force.
Monica frowned slightly. Because he was very strong, it was a little painful. She turned around to look at Finn and said bluntly, "You can sit in the front passenger seat."
