"Mum, there's no need to trouble the driver. I can drive myself."
Fluffy Zane turned to leave. Mrs. Zane rubbed her forehead with one hand. "Are you trying to make your mother angry?"
At her words, Fluffy Zane stopped.
Behind her came Mrs. Zane's heartbroken voice, "You don't even want to go on the date. You're driving so you can come back whenever you want, and to prevent Jim Jones from taking you home. Do you think I don't know all this?"
Damn. She's been found out.
Fluffy Zane lowered her head and sighed. She had nothing to say.
Mrs. Zane took two steps forward. "My child, why are you so hopelessly stubborn? What's so good about William Guillen that you insist on tying your fate to him, a man who's clearly a bad choice—like staking everything on a crooked tree?"
Fluffy Zane's affection for William Guillen had long been an open secret in Imperial City.
But William Guillen had never spared Fluffy Zane a second thought.
