Daisy Lambert glanced out of the window; underneath her voluminous coat, she wore a sleek qipao embroidered onto a white background with touches of blue. Its elegant design showcased femininity and demure elegance. Even though she was over forty years old, her curvaceous figure could still compete with that of a young maiden.
The driver up ahead said, "Young Master said he would come a bit later."
Daisy scoffed, her eyes harboring a hint of dissatisfaction as she muttered under her breath, "Who knows what he's so occupied with every day, aiming to be a successful member of the good-for-nothing young masters?"
The driver broke into a cold sweat: "..."
This...
He definitely didn't dare to agree with her.
