Businesswoman Chapter 361
Set scrambling, the Collectivists piled into their luxury vehicle, the latest Goulding.
“What they’re planning to do is make it so we don’t get close to the officials,” Socialista didn’t even bother to buckle her seatbelt in the front of the car. Common Man and Fascinder each fastened theirs. They ran red lights and flew through stop signs. With no concern for their own or anyone else's safety.
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