I met her glare with a cold, triumphant smile.
"My name is Mo Yi, sister. Not Zhen Yi. Try to remember that." I simply walked around her raging form, refusing to give her the satisfaction of a fight, and headed straight for the elevator.
Soon I would have to fix that attitude of hers.
Once the elevator reached at the last floor, I quickly fixed my sunglasses, and found my driver waiting for me outside with the key to my Rolls Royce, the gift that I was finally starting to appreciate.
"Make sure you don't tell my husband anything." I warned.
He nodded curtly, and I collected the keys and slid into the driver's seat. I sped out of the driveway, eager to leave the stifling atmosphere of the office behind.
The drive was long, but very satisfying, the wind was easy on my skin and even no matter how many times I screamed, the only thing that coursed through my veins was excitement.
When exactly was the last time I drove?
