As the mind-boggling conversation between the blonde driver and the "master" went on, no one seemed to understand what they were talking about, as they were speaking in Greek. The only word that sounded familiar to them was "Baidu," which again meant nothing.
The blonde driver appeared calm as if he was used to his master's reprimand, or maybe he was merely sadomasochistic. He stepped aside for his master. "My head notwithstanding, I'm still taller than you," he said.
"I can't believe I have brought such a jerk."
The young woman in the car croaked, and finally bent over and climbed out. She had waist-length long hair, fair complexion, and beautiful, sharp facial features of the Eurasian. Wearing a black dress of the most delicate fabrics, she was very wealthy.
