No Chance of Remarriage: Get Lost

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 win a battle!

and showing no intention of getting in

started to drizzle outside. This spot was the only one where she could wait for the bus without getting wet. Unbeknownst

a black umbrella, intending to escort her. Helpless, Rachel could only get in

the way, he really did resemble a chauffeur. The people around them couldn’t help

front passenger door and even

close the door, Rachel beat him to it, slamming it shut with a loud “bang.” likely venting her

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

driver’s seat and the car

in the car, she buried her head in her phone. bombarding

this how you

discarding

mention that the chauffeur is this guy. If you had told me earlier, I would have refused outright. I knew you were up to no good. I shouldn’t have trusted

messages in a row, but there was no response

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