Chapter 3

Adrian's expression changed, and he mumbled, "Isn't that what I pay you for?"

I nodded and tried to say something before Mary interrupted, "Forget it if you didn't bring a gift. Rachel, just pay the bill. We're going to go sing."

"What? Why do you want me to pay the bill? I'm just a nanny's daughter. How would I have the money to pay for your bill?" I said very loudly on purpose.

"It's not your money, but the money Adrian keeps at your place," someone said back to me.

"Would you give your allowance to your nanny's daughter to keep?" I said sarcastically.

That guy stopped talking.

Adrian pulled me into a corner and lowered his voice. "Rachel, what the hell do you want? Why is it so much trouble for me to ask you to pay a bill?"

I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Nothing. I just suddenly figured it out, and I don't want to please you anymore."

I suddenly turned to look at Harry, who was following me. "Harry, your son doesn't have the money to pay for his girlfriend's birthday. It makes sense for you, the father, to pay the bill, right?"

When Adrian met Harry's eyes, both of them had weird expressions.

Of course, the rest of the class had even weirder ones.

One boy said, "Isn't Adrian one of the rich guys from the Sinclair family? How come his dad is dressed so plain?"

Another boy said, "The suit doesn't fit, and it's all wrinkled. It's definitely not customized."

A girl asked, "Is this Adrian's dad? He doesn't look like he's rich. What's going on?"

The crowd whispered, and Adrian's face was pretty pale.

I added at the right time, "This is Harry, my driver. Adrian is his son.

"Harry, if you don't have any money, I'll call my uncle and ask him to give you a discount.

"By the way, you're fired. From today, you are no longer my family's driver."

After saying that, I waved my hand towards them and turned to leave gracefully.

Did they want me to pay the bill? Never in a million years.

I would like to donate this money to the poor if I had it. That would at least be a good thing.

The next day, when I went to school, I had just opened the car door when Adrian tried to get in.

"What are you doing?" I pulled on the door.

"Get out of the way. I'm going to be late." He pushed me away hard and got into the car, sitting next to me.

Then, Adrian turned toward the front and said, "Dad, like before, we're picking up Mary and then going to school."

The driver, Eric Turner, turned and looked at Adrian blankly.

Harry had been fired by me yesterday. Just in case he thought I didn't have the right, I called Victor about it.

Victor said that his other driver, Eric, happened to be free at home lately and that Eric would be driving me to and from school these days.

"Adrian, have you lost your memory? Your father was fired by me yesterday. Get out of the car now." I kicked hard, kicking him out of the car straight away.