Female Novel
Chapter 910
Chapter 910 Mistaken As A Driver
As soon as Alex arrived at Nebula City’s airport, he spotted Guillaume, his gorgeous female assistant,and the rookie designer. Byron Greenwood, waiting by the entrance.
Opening the car door, Alex stepped out and approached the group. He first shook hands with Byron,who stood ahead of the rest of them.
“Hello. I’m the designer, Byron Greenwood.”
“Hello! Sorry for being late. Please get in,” said Alex apologetically.
Alex then approached Guillaume and extended his hand-a gesture of courtesy ingrained in Eurasiancustoms-to shake hands with the latter.novelbin
However, Guillaume wore a disdainful expression and had no intentions of reciprocating thehandshake. In Eurasian that could arguably be considered fluent, he berated Alex, “How dare a meredriver like you try to shake my hand? My hands are the greatest gift from God. They’re created to makethe world’s most beautiful designs, and you’re not worthy of touching them.”
Alex was stunned. He had never expected Guillaume to hold him in such contempt, and the refusal toshake his hand was a blatant display of disrespect. I’m paying him to design the wedding gown, yethe’s not even willing to shake my hand.
Before Alex could say anything, the sexy blond-haired and blue-eyed assistant standing besideGuillaume piped up in a sharp tone, “Do you have any idea how long we’ve been waiting here?Thirteen minutes and forty-five seconds! That’s an insult to Pillere’s most famous designer. Get that carover here this instant, you stupid driver!”
Exasperation washed over Alex as he shook his head. He had never anticipated that both the designerand the assistant would be equally arrogant and condescending.
He quickly glanced at himself, wondering if he truly gave off the impression of a mere driver.
The only reason Alex wanted to pick them up personally was to get their opinion on Maggie’s weddingdown. To his surprise, he was looked down upon the second he arrived.
Nevertheless, talent often came hand-in-hand with a certain level of arrogance. Alex could handle suchminor grievances if Guillaume’s designs proved to be good enough.
Thus, he apologized, “I’m sorry. It was my fault for being tardy. Please get in the car.”
Guillaume and his assistant simply rolled their eyes at Alex and approached the waiting car. However,instead of opening the car door themselves, they stood there, arms crossed, expecting Alex to openthe
door for them.
Alex could only sigh in that situation. This designer’s an arrogant one.
Still, he compromised and opened the door for them.
As the two arrogantly settled themselves in the comfort of the car, Alex couldn’t help but release a sighof exasperation. Taking his place behind the wheel, he glanced over to the front passenger seat andwas surprised to find Byron already seated there, engrossed in studying the design drawings.
The young man looked to be in his mid-twenties. He wore a pair of glasses and was a rather quietperson. and was not emanating an air of superiority. Alex could not help but be impressed with theformer’s
dedication to his job.
Byron’s definitely better than Guillaume in terms of character. I wonder if there’ll be a huge difference interms of the quality of their work.
In the back seat, Guillaume noticed Alex staring at Byron instead of getting the journey underway, andhis anger flared up once more.
Guillaume and Byron were competitors. Since they were only required to design one wedding gownthis time, the former believed he was the only person for the job.
On top of that, Guillaume’s inflated sense of self-importance made him dismissive of Byron’s abilitiesand never took him seriously. Seeing how Byron was putting on an act and pretending to be serious,Guillaume couldn’t resist the urge to mock the man, saying, “Bryon, you’re really fearless, huh? Youknew I’d be coming, yet you still had the guts to show up. What’s the point of looking at all these now?You’re just a Eurasian. You can’t beat a Ferropenian’s knack for creating stylish designs. The thingsyou draw are utterly atrocious!”
Upon hearing that, Byron calmly adjusted his glasses and put the drawings away before turning to lookat Guillaume, fearlessness flitting across his eyes. “So what if you’re a Ferropenian? That doesn’t makeyou any more distinguished. Only time can tell if you’ll be needed to design the wedding gown.