Natalie's flight to Veridia was at night. Zane's place was near the outskirts, and life there certainly wasn't as well-equipped as Rivermark Apartments.
Living here, the only entertainment was camping by the lake and Zane's motorcycle.
The area around the villa was spacious, and Natalie pointed to the motorcycle she had picked out, asking Zane.
"Can you ride it?"
The man lazily raised his eyelids, glanced at her, and then continued making final adjustments to the motorcycle Quentin wanted.
Natalie felt a bit choked by Zane's attitude.
Of course, what kind of stupid question was she asking?
How could Zane not know how to ride?
"Ahem! Zane, I want to inspect the goods!"
This time, Zane didn't even lift his head.
"Without a license, don't even think about touching it."
"I never said I wanted to ride it."
After a series of clinking and clanging sounds, the man finally lifted his head, raised an eyebrow, and inquired.
