"Ugh! This is completely ridiculous! Why is he just stuck there like an idiot?!"
The foul words broke the calm atmosphere in one of the luxury suites. Who else could utter them if not Paulette? She was in attendance at Zandvoort, and as the race reached half its length, some kind of frustration hit her, stunning everyone around.
Bam!
Paulette slammed her diamond purse onto a table like she was about to stand up and leave.
"Dear..."
Seated beside her was her father, Mr. Andrade, calmly sipping an expensive glass of champagne while looking out at the circuit. But after the tantrum thrown by his daughter, he had no choice but to turn his attention to her and figure out what was wrong.
Her eyes angrily fell from the TV in the suite to the floor. The TV was currently broadcasting a tight battle in the midfield, featuring Victor's Ferrari and a few others. It seemed she didn't want to watch the race anymore.
