Scarlet raised a skeptical eyebrow, a shy grin playing on her lips. "Can't seem to get a moment's peace, huh, Hoss?" she said lazily. "If this car gets dinged up, I don't have to pay for it, right?"

Earlier, Stanley had casually mentioned the car's special modifications: bulletproof glass, explosion-proof tires, and reinforced bumpers and doors. It was essentially a top-tier, heavy-duty vehicle. In most situations, they could simply remain inside or forcefully charge through any blockade. Scarlet was clearly suggesting the latter. The car was expensive, but a few scratches were inevitable under such circumstances.

Felicia glanced outside, her eyes twitching as she spotted a particular license plate. She quickly stopped Scarlet from ramming through. "Wait! Don't move. It's someone we—"

"It wouldn't be." Scarlet seemed to have an idea, but before she could finish, a nearby car door opened. A tall, elegant figure emerged and began walking toward them.

As expected, it was Maurice. The man was like a haunting ghost—impossible to shake. Their car's engine growled like a predator, ready to pounce. With a slight tap on the gas, Maurice would be roadkill.

Feeling mischievous, Scarlet shifted into neutral and revved the engine loudly. The roaring sound was aggressive, almost a warning. However, Maurice didn't flinch, continuing to walk until he stopped beside Felicia's passenger window. Through the bulletproof glass, Felicia and Maurice locked eyes in silence.

After a long moment, Felicia sighed in resignation and rolled down the window. "What do you need, Mr. Glovers?"

Maurice extended his hand, palm up, a clear gesture of request. "What's this? A debt collection?" Felicia wondered. Puzzled, she asked, "What do you want? Do I owe you money?"

Maurice chuckled, his voice low and magnetic. "I'm here to ask for something."

"What is it?" Felicia asked.

He didn't respond immediately. For a brief moment, Felicia thought she saw hesitation on his face. Before she could fully process it, Maurice gently patted the back of her hand and said, "That hemostatic medicine of yours. It works well. Can I have a bottle?"

Was that it?

Felicia stared at him suspiciously, trying to determine his sincerity. But she couldn't read his expression. Frowning, she rummaged through her pockets, realizing she hadn't brought her custom-made Panax pseudo-ginsenoside with her. She had only planned on meeting Jennifer.

"I don't have any with me. If you need it, I'll send you two bottles when I get back to Khogend tomorrow," she said.

Surprisingly, Maurice agreed without a fuss. "Alright."

He withdrew his hand and stepped back. The surrounding cars slowly moved aside, clearing a path. Felicia was speechless. So, he had gone to all this trouble just to ask for a bottle of medicine?

She held back her frustration, her confusion growing as she glanced at Maurice. "Are you injured?"

Maurice paused, then laughed. "Were I, would you feel sorry for me?"

Felicia rolled up the window and instructed Scarlet, "Drive."