Chapter 131 The Identity of the Mysterious Masked Man

Scott Cross sat sideways, one hand clutching his neck, the other gripping the passenger seat. His face was flushed red from choking, and veins bulged on his forehead—a rather unsettling sight. Vivian Donovan, startled, didn't hesitate and handed Scott Cross the soy milk she was holding. "Scott, have some soy milk." Scott Cross glanced at Vivian Donovan, then at the soy milk in her hand, his face full of resistance. "I've never had it before." Only after she said she hadn't did Scott Cross take the soy milk, gulping down a large mouthful before he could recover. He let out a long sigh of relief, patting his chest. "Damn, I almost choked!" "I almost choked you!" Vivian Donovan retorted angrily to Scott Cross, "Birds of a feather flock together! Just like your boss! You were almost choking to death, and you were still complaining about whether it was the soy milk I had drunk from. What kind of person are you?!" "Hehehe, thank you, Miss Donovan." Scott Cross smiled awkwardly, than