"Boss, why don't you give Sister-in-law a little massage?" Dr. Whitecoat, who was driving, kept a constant eye on the back and chimed in.
Jace Lennox gazed down at the small figure curled up in his arms. His expression grew colder and colder, but he finally reached out and placed his hands on Phoebe Faulkner's temples, beginning to massage them.
Dr. Whitecoat glanced in the rearview mirror and saw the scene. He scratched his head and said, "Boss, to be honest, when Calloway told me about it, I couldn't believe you'd do something like spending a billion on a person. But after seeing Fourth Brother today, hearing what he said, and now watching you... I guess I have to believe it."
"Shut your mouth and focus on driving."
Jace Lennox snapped at Dr. Whitecoat, but the hands massaging Phoebe Faulkner's temples never faltered.
Dr. Whitecoat said no more, but he grinned with immense satisfaction, as if he'd just stumbled upon a great secret.
