Hearing Cecilia Vaughn's voice, the deep blue Aston Martin slowly lowered its window, revealing a refined and elegant face.
It was Zion Prescott.
The man nodded slightly toward Cecilia, adjusting the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose with a gentle smile.
"Miss Vaughn, you flatter me. My modest income can't compare to your older brother's."
Cecilia chuckled, "Doctor Prescott, you're too humble. Just this Aston Martin alone is not something ordinary families can afford."
...
Cecilia settled into the passenger seat, and since Zion Prescott wasn't much of a talker, she didn't force a conversation.
To be honest, she had quite a favorable impression of Zion. Putting aside the fact that he saved Evan Vaughn's life, Doctor Prescott himself was a humble and gentle person, always polite and never arrogant.
