Chapter 2012 Private Driver

Sandy did not suspect anything and stood there patiently. She occasionally glanced around to see if her ride had arrived. A car with a suspiciously familiar license plate pulled up in front of her. She started feeling something was off. As she stared at the recognizable car model, the familiar plate, and, finally, the all-too-familiar face that appeared when the window rolled down, Sandy froze in place. It took her a long moment to process what was happening. “You!” Sitting in the car, wearing sunglasses that covered most of his face but still failed to hide his cocky expression, was none other than Ivan. The realization that Ivanka’s so-called “private driver” was him made Sandy want to rewind time, march back to the earlier conversation, flatly refuse Ivanka’s offer, and then give her a scolding she would never forget. Was this how she treated her war hero? After Sandy had just helped her secure such a solid win? Unbelievable. Ivan stared at Sandy for a while. Noticing her pu