122: Mistaken Identity II

Somewhere in that particular space, a chauffeur was looking high and lows for someone. Then his phone rang and his brows contracted as he answered the call.

"Hello, is my husband there with you? He should have arrived now," Brooklyn was sitting on a king-sized bed in a robe, appearing like she had just gotten out of the shower.

She was holding up the phone in one hand and a file in the other. She was startled when the chauffeur replied,

"No missus, I haven't seen anyone and it's getting past the time I was hired for. If I still don't see anyone in the next ten minutes, I'm sorry I'll have to leave."

Brooklyn dropped the file and her eyes squinted. But she still spoke with the chauffeur politely, "I apologize. If you don't see anyone in the next five minutes, you can leave. Sorry for wasting your time."

The chauffeur was surprised at her humble tone and words. Most rich people he encountered were usually bratty, arrogant and impatient.

Besides they would just demand a refund for a serv
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