Chapter 910 Mistaken As A Driver

As soon as Alex arrived at Nebula City’s airport, he spotted Guillaume, his gorgeous female assistant, and the rookie designer. Byron Greenwood, waiting by the entrance.

Opening the car door, Alex stepped out and approached the group. He first shook hands with Byron, who stood ahead of the rest of them.

“Hello. I’m the designer, Byron Greenwood.”

“Hello! Sorry for being late. Please get in,” said Alex apologetically.

Alex then approached Guillaume and extended his hand-a gesture of courtesy ingrained in Eurasian customs-to shake hands with the latter.

However, Guillaume wore a disdainful expression and had no intentions of reciprocating the handshake. In Eurasian that could arguably be considered fluent, he berated Alex, “How dare a mere driver like you try to shake my hand? My hands are the greatest gift from God. They’re created to make the world’s most beautiful designs, and you’re not worthy of touching them.”

to shake his hand was a blatant display of disrespect. I’m paying him to design the wedding

“Do you have any idea how long we’ve been waiting here? Thirteen minutes and forty-five seconds! That’s

washed over Alex as he shook his head. He had never anticipated that both

wondering if he truly gave off the impression

was to get their opinion on Maggie’s wedding down. To

often came hand-in-hand with a certain level of arrogance. Alex could

was my fault for being tardy. Please get

the waiting car. However, instead of opening the car door themselves, they

door for them.

only sigh in that situation. This designer’s an

he compromised and opened the door for

Alex couldn’t help but release a sigh of exasperation. Taking his place behind the wheel, he glanced over to

be in his mid-twenties. He wore a pair of glasses and was a rather quiet person. and was not emanating an air of superiority. Alex could not help but be impressed with the former’s

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