Chapter 297 I’m Afraid I Can’t Help You

Shaking her head, she answered Miss Wilson with a smile, "I don't think we've met before. I've just come back from abroad." "Sorry. I got the wrong person," Miss Wilson quickly explained. "It's okay," Estelle smiled. Then she turned to Eva, saying, "You'd better not put the key in your coat pocket. You might lose it again." When Estelle was about to leave, Eva, who had been looking at her as if Estelle was her savior, suddenly held her hand and asked with an expectant look, "Excuse me, Miss. Is your husband here? May I ask him to do me a favor?" "My husband..." "Miss, I mean no offense. We need a male driver to drive Miss Wilson to the wedding dress store, but I really can't find anyone who can help us..." "I'm afraid I can't help you. My husband... has been dead for three years," Estelle declared apologetically. Hearing this, Eva was stunned. "I'm sorry, Miss. I'm so sorry..." When the two of them were talking, Miss Wilson had been secretly sizing Estelle up. Somehow, she fel