Irene glanced at her watch; she had been waiting in the car for Asher Land for an hour and forty minutes.
"Miss Morton, do you need me to go inside the club to look for Mr. Land now?" The driver noticed the impatience in Irene's eyes, as if the car was about to become the site of a volcanic eruption at any moment.
"Look for him?" She sneered, a hint of mocking smile at the corner of her mouth, "He's off finding his woman now. If you go look for him, wouldn't you be interrupting him? You certainly can't afford to bear the consequences of disturbing the Third Young Master Land while he's enjoying himself."
Sure enough, the driver dared not speak again. How could he have the guts to ruin Asher Land's plans?
About twenty minutes later, the driver noticed a tall figure coming from the exit.
"Miss Morton, Mr. Land is back." The driver couldn't help but let out a long breath; if Asher Land hadn't come at that moment, this Miss Morton might have killed him with her glare.
