Chapter 1091 Damned Straight Man

Seeing Quentin, Iris froze a bit, feeling so much more awake. She clearly had not been drinking… “Get in,” Quentin said, coldly. Iris, “...” So he was not going to let her off the hook just because she accidentally overheard their conversation? Iris looked at him weakly as she lifted up a hand. “Uhm, can I not get in the car?” She had already made so many assurances so why would he not let her off the hook still? Not to mention Iris had had one too many cakes that night and now her stomach was churning. She did not dare get in the car either, afraid that she might throw up in it later. “I’ll send you back.” “Ah? Send, send me back?” Iris did not respond but she pointed to herself. Quentin wanted to send her back? Why did this sound like something out of a dream? She felt like she was dreaming and so raised her hand to rub at her eyes. Taking another look, she realized that the cold expression on Quentin’s face from before had remained. Iris immediately straightened her