Flora was behind the wheel, and Oliver, as usual, lounged in the passenger seat, casually humming a tune.
Glancing at Oliver, Flora asked, "Oliver, how did you know my birthday?"
Oliver immediately sat up straight, looking earnestly at Flora. "A husband should know his wife's birthday, right? Isn't that what being a responsible husband is about?"
With a smirk, Oliver leaned closer to Flora.
"Move over, I'm driving," she cried out. Flora rolled her eyes at Oliver's antics and continued, "Oliver, I've never seen anyone with thicker skin than you! By the way, where did you get the thirty million today?"
Oliver chuckled mischievously and replied, "I sold myself! While you were busy with company matters, I was out there selling myself from dawn till dusk."
Flora couldn't do anything but r
