Chapter 44 I owe her my life.

Ignoring my protests, Idris strode out of the conference room. I had too much on my plate to chase after him. After delegating some tasks to Uncle Marcus, I gathered my things to head to the old mansion. Outside the company, true to his word, Idris was waiting. Dressed in black, he stood next to his McLaren of the same hue. His handsome, aristocratic demeanor was impossible to ignore, drawing the eyes of passersby. Everyone appreciated beauty, and a good-looking person inevitably attracted extra glances from passers-by, regardless of gender. Not wanting to be the center of attention, I shot him a glance and headed towards my car. Beep beep... Idris honked his horn, drawing even more attention. Then he called out, "Yvette, let me drive you." His voice was not loud, but the employees of Scott Corporation and the passers-by could hear him. After all, he had honked his horn, making it hard for people not to notice. I looked at him, lips pursed. How had I never noticed before ju