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 hold him in such contempt, and the refusal to shake his hand was a blatant display of disrespect. I’m paying him to design the wedding gown, yet he’s not even willing to

blue-eyed assistant standing beside Guillaume piped up in a sharp tone, “Do you have any idea how long we’ve been waiting here? Thirteen minutes and forty-five seconds! That’s an insult to Pillere’s most famous

never anticipated that both the designer and the assistant would be equally arrogant

himself, wondering if he truly gave

Alex wanted to pick them up personally was to get their opinion on Maggie’s

Alex could

was my fault

instead of opening the

door for them.

in that situation. This designer’s an arrogant one.

he compromised and opened the door for them.

Alex couldn’t help but release a sigh of exasperation. Taking his place behind the wheel, he glanced over to the front passenger seat and was surprised to find Byron already seated there, engrossed in studying

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