Arabella Vanderbilt stared at him for a moment longer, her expression indifferent as she repeated:
"Stop."
The driver showed no intention of stopping.
"This is the royal rule. Even stopping won't change anything, please forgive me, Princess."
Arabella Vanderbilt's eyes narrowed slightly, "Are you teaching me the rules? Do my words have no effect on you in the royal rules?"
"Princess Arabella, we have our own work requirements. If I don't do well today, I might be reprimanded by the Queen for being unqualified tomorrow. I have always taken pride in serving the royal family; losing this job would have severe consequences for me. I beg you to understand."
Arabella Vanderbilt listened patiently, then scoffed coldly.
"Do you think your current work attitude is qualified? Are you afraid of the Queen reprimanding you, or is there someone else?"
The driver was silent for a few seconds. "I don't know what you're talking about."
