Honey We Are Not Getting Remarried: Get Away From Me!

Unsuspecting, Rachel stood still in her place, occasionally casting a glance around.

It wasn’t until a car with a somewhat familiar license plate pulled up in front of her that she realized something was seriously wrong.

She stared at the familiar car model, the familiar license plate number, and the familiar face that appeared. after the window was rolled down.

Rachel was stunned on the spot. It took her a while to regain her senses.

“Why is it you?”

Although he had sunglasses covering most of his face inside the car, they couldn’t conceal his arrogant expression. Who else could be so audacious but Vincent?

The mere thought that the chauffeur Elisa was referring to was him made Rachel wish she could travel back in time. She wished she could have immediately rejected Elisa and given her a piece of her mind.

Is this how she treats her good friend?

just helped her

Vincent noticed her puffing up in annoyance and showing no intention of getting in the car. He then honked the horn and said, “Get in

was the only one

black umbrella, intending to escort her. Helpless, Rachel could

chauffeur. The people around them couldn’t help but wonder which wealthy family Rachel was from and why her

but Vincent had already opened the front passenger door and even made a welcoming gesture. Helplessly, Rachel had no choice but

door, Rachel beat him to it, slamming it shut with a

of the new Maybach was slammed hard, yet Vincent didn’t show the slightest hint of anger. Instead, he was smiling with

the driver’s

got in the car,

to? Liz, is this how you treat someone

mastered the art of discarding someone after exploiting their usefulness, haven’t you?

If you had told me earlier, I would have refused outright. I knew you were up to no good. I shouldn’t have trusted

there was no response from the other side.

to Julia. Rachel didn’t make a call either and simply rolled down the window for some fresh air sullenly.