The chauffeur was so angry that he gave himself chest pains.
He had to pat his chest repeatedly to calm himself down.
The young man inside the car watched the scene in amazement and smirked.
He could not help but focus his eyes on Kiet Chomesri who was so confused that it was visible.
She was wearing a pink plaited skirt and a white collared top with accompanied with some pink sneakers.
She had a sculpted figure which was twine-thin.
Her waist was tapered and she had a burnished complexion.
A pair of arched eyebrows looked down on sweeping eyelashes.
Her delicate ears framed a button nose.
A set of dazzling, angel-white teeth gleamed as she blew gently on her carmine-red fingernails.
It was a pleasure to see her flowing, moon shadow-black hair finely combed and that it fell on her back while parting at her shoulders into three pieces, one to the right, one to the left and the other one to her back.
Her enticing, constellation-blue eyes gazed at the young man over her puffy, heart shaped lips.
She was actually a good-looking lady...too with a nice body, too...he had caught a glimpse of her tender white skin when she had lifted her skirt earlier.
The two were still arguing about the payable price for compensation.
Suddenly, the young man's mobile phone vibrated twice and he looked at it briefly.
His eyebrows slightly twitched and he gave a clear order to the chauffeur.
"Deal with this later, take me to the airport first."
The young man then rolled down his back window and beckoned Kiet Chomesri over with his finger.
Kiet Chomesri stared wide-eyed at his fair and slender finger and before she realized what she was doing, she walked up to him.
The young man took his sunglasses off and revealed a stunning face of unparelled beauty.
He had Teutonic-gold hair which was a casual jumble sometimes but mostly neat and flowing.
His crescent of moon eyebrows were thin and narrow.
He carried an imperious nose well and his angular cheekbones carved down towards a flinty jaw.
Unusually for a young man of his age, he had a manly, Samson physique.
His mariner-blue eyes were orb round and darted constantly, a gleam with delight and the vigour of youth.
They were soft, Irish eyes and swam with joy.
They shone brightly, like two sapphires dipped in milky pools.
The swirl of his loamy cologne had them swooning in the aisles.
There was something regal about his handsome look.
A small, light mole beneath his left eye only made him more bewitching.
"Give me your mobile phone," the young man demanded and Kiet Chomesri handed the young man her mobile phone instantly.
His deep voice was charming as the sound of a cello in an orchestra.
The young man took Kiet Chomesri's phone instantly and quickly typed his phone number in and pressed car.
Soon after, his own mobile phone began to ring and it's screen glow a light blue shade.
Afterwards, he returned the phone to Kiet Chomesri.
"Do not go back on your own words."
The Porsche car then sped off into the distance.
When Director Erwin Chai son from Kingly Entertainment, Kiet Chomesri was still standing in the same position, smiling foolishly.
"Hey! Hey! Did you get posssed?" Director Erwin Chai son asked Kiet Chomesri as he waved his hand in front of her to capture her attention.
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