"Are white lotuses this dumb or what?" The thought inwardly came to Evie's mind as soon as she turned to see the provoking face of Lisa, which so much deserved to be punched or maybe stepped on.
Lisa, however, kept on complaining. "I don't know why Mr. Jones is like this. Does he want me to catch bad luck and whorishness from this brain-dead moron? I have to call him right now to get another driver to come pick me up."
The driver standing beside the car could only imagine how someone like this could exist. Since the beginning of his life, he had never had an encounter with such a despicable, spoiled rich brat, not to mention a celebrity acting this stupid in public.
Frowning, he stepped forward, then remarked, "Miss, if you don't want to share a ride with the other lady, then I would suggest you take an Uber ride to the Jones Agency Company. All Mr. Jones available drivers are busy at the moment, and I'm the only one available."
