The car arrived, and as he got in, the driver turned around with a friendly smile, "Hello, sir, XX special car service at your disposal..."
Irvin Sharman's face looked as if he had seen a ghost: "Why is it you again?!"
The driver was none other than the waiter!
The waiter was also dumbfounded.
What fate!
He really didn't do it on purpose this time.
He didn't work on weekends, and to make money, he had a part-time job on weekends.
He had just crashed his car yesterday. Mr. Charlie waved his hand generously and let him use a luxury car; otherwise, he couldn't have become a special car service today.
Thinking that the people living in this hotel are wealthy and more likely to place an order, he came over, but he didn't expect...
Irvin Sharman was so frightened that he tried to open the car door and get out, but as soon as his hand touched the handle, he heard a "click!"
The waiter quickly locked the door.
Irvin Sharman: ??
