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?

helped her

noticed her puffing up in annoyance and showing no intention of getting in the car. He then

drizzle outside. This spot was the only one where she could wait for the bus without getting wet. Unbeknownst to her, a crowd had gathered,

out of the car with a black umbrella, intending to escort her. Helpless, Rachel could only

around them couldn’t help but wonder which wealthy

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

the door, Rachel beat him to it, slamming it

Maybach was slammed hard, yet Vincent didn’t show the slightest hint of

after, he returned to the driver’s seat and

she didn’t even look up. As soon as she got in the car, she buried her head in her

to? Liz, is this how you

have mastered the art of discarding

didn’t 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

row, but there was no response from the

didn’t make a call either and