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.”

He had never expected Guillaume to hold him in such contempt, and the refusal to shake his hand was a blatant display of disrespect. I’m

how long we’ve been waiting here? Thirteen minutes and forty-five seconds! That’s an insult to Pillere’s most famous designer. Get that

that both the designer and the assistant would

glanced at himself, wondering if he truly gave

up personally was to get their opinion on Maggie’s wedding down. To his surprise, he was looked down

arrogance. Alex could handle such minor

was my fault

their eyes at Alex and approached the waiting car. However, instead

door for them.

sigh in that situation. This designer’s an

and opened the door for

of exasperation. Taking his place behind the wheel, he glanced over

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

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