The driver arrived at Jin-A's house as instructed by Ji-Tae. He stood outside waiting for the butler, or whoever the man in the strictly ironed suit was, to inform Jin-A of his arrival.
He looked around the compound. There were fine-looking cars around, so why did he have to carry this car over to her place? The driver wondered angrily. In his opinion, rich people always had weird cravings; maybe she did not feel like driving in any of her cars today.
He didn't like that he was driving everyone around. He had agreed to be Ji-Tae's driver, not to drive different ladies about. The only lady he didn't mind driving about was Min-Jung. After all, she was going to be his madam very soon.
"You can come inside now," The man said, opening the door wide enough to let him in.
His brow furrowed. Come inside for what? He hadn't come to visit her, and he had been told to carry her somewhere, right?
