"Mr. Scott, it's Young Master Yakov's car." The bodyguard standing in front of the car door immediately warned cautiously.
Just when they thought it would crash, Chad Yakov's car made a sudden turn and headed straight into the orphanage's backyard.
As it brushed past, the driving speed did not decrease.
The bodyguard exhaled lightly. When he turned to look at Lucas Scott, he found his facial expression was not good.
"Mr. Scott, Chad Yakov probably didn't see us." The bodyguard thought Lucas Scott was worried about this.
Upon hearing this, Lucas Scott laughed coldly.
"Really?" He gazed ahead, his eyes icy cold, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips, "Even you can recognize Damian's car at a glance, do you think he wouldn't recognize my car?"
The bodyguard's facial expression changed: "..."
His eyes seemed to still hold confusion, not understanding why Chad Yakov, upon recognizing them, didn't stop but drove past.
