When Edie woke up the next morning, Stuart had already left. As she finished her breakfast, Mr. Sampson was already standing by her side. He said respectfully, " Mrs. Yates, the driver, is waiting for you." Edie was startled, "driver?"
Mr. Sampson observed Edie's facial expression, surmised her thoughts, and asked, "Mrs. Yates, is there a problem?" "Why do I need a driver?" she asked. "Mrs. Yates, the Villa is in the upper east, and it takes half an hour to get to the city, going to work may be inconvenient for you. Master Yates assigned you a driver to take you to work and pick you up after work."
Edie was shocked and speechless. She is just going to work, and there is no need to make a big fuss over it. She is not Stuart. "So, the driver will be waiting for me in the car while I work? That's ridiculous." Mr. Sampson made a respectful bow, "Yes, Mrs. Yates, everything is arranged."
