Spoiled by the Silver Fox

"Er... I haven't gotten my driver's license yet."

"I'll arrange a coach to teach you how to drive this weekend."

"Uh... actually, I don't like driving. I have a terrible sense of direction, even walking I get lost... don't force me to drive, don't we have a driver at home?" Marilyn disagreed, "Knowing how to drive is a must-have skill for young people nowadays, Steph. No slacking off... there's no harm in learning more."

"But Mom..." she began, an edge of trepidation in her voice, "I have a dreadful sense of direction, and I fear colliding with someone... if I were to strike someone whilst driving, I believe the shock alone might be the end of me." Sebastian then said, "You'll be acting in contemporary dramas in the future, right?"

"Huh? Yeah, I will."

"What if you need to drive in a scene... are you going to hire a stunt double to do it for you?"

"It seems... not a good way."

"So, are you going to learn?"

Stephanie made a face, "I'll learn... but I've read online that driving instructors are mean and scary."

"This is a private instructor. He wouldn't dare yell at you."

Who would dare yell at the wife of the Skyline Corporation's president?

"So... I'll come back every weekend for lessons?"

you heading

needs to move into the dorm, I'll go the day after tomorrow. I'll take my mom

Mrs. Bishop to pick out a car. It

lit up, "Mom! Silver Fox

shook her head, "No... it's just a half-hour walk. I can use the exercise. Seb, don't blow more money on

however, didn't feel that it was

to the money he spent on Steph and the cost of Mrs.

by his side, letting him experience

a family sitting together

this too. His parents were in love then, and their family was filled with

would sit and chat while he, as a child, sat

his head... smiling at him

stern father would inevitably soften

Julia did love him, her son...

was willing... to abandon him and his

the beginning, his fondness for Stephanie and Marilyn sprang from the

She was prepared to die. But the person she was most worried about

bloom of her

serving as a means to stash