Maeve looked troubled. "He really is just a Uber driver. As for that car..."
"That car is mine!" A familiar voice suddenly interrupted Maeve.
Everyone was startled and turned to look at the source of the voice.
Francis, with a bandage still on the bridge of his nose, walked over with his hands in the pockets of his lemon-yellow suit. Everyone immediately stood up straight, nodded respectfully, and said in unison, "Good morning, Mr. Lawson."
Maeve also stood up and greeted him with her head bowed. "Mr. Lawson."
After what had happened yesterday, she had heard all kinds of rumors. What these colleagues just said was already very subtle... Some people even spread the rumor that she and Francis were secretly married, which was why Francis was so afraid of her.
Sigh, this Amour was rea
