The company leader was about to attend an important meeting, so he asked me to drive him there.
As I passed by the gas station, a black Rolls-Royce behind me started honking furiously.
“A cheap domestic car has the nerve to pump 98-octane fuel? Move out of the way!”
I rolled down the window and retorted, “This is my boss's executive car, show some respect!”
Just then, a young, stunning woman got out of the front passenger seat.
She slowly removed her sunglasses, revealing a smug look on her face.
“Wow, isn’t this the ‘nice guy’ from my college days? How did you go from chasing after me to being a chauffeur?”
I couldn’t help but smile instead of getting angry and responded,
“Being a chauffeur is still better than being a mistress, don’t you think?”
I never expected to run into my college crush, Emily Green, while on this task.
The moment I saw her, memories from the past flooded back.
On graduation day, I held 999 roses under her dorm building, confessing my love.
Without hesitation, she walked straight into the Rolls-Royce, leaving me alone as she drove off.
It wasn’t until later that I found out she had been seeing someone for a while, and that someone was right in front of me.
“You pathetic ‘nice guy,’ who are you calling a mistress?”
Emily Green crossed her arms, her face flushing with anger.
“My dear has promised me that after Labor Day, he’ll divorce his wife, and I’ll be the one and only Mrs. Harrison.”
As she spoke, the owner of the Rolls-Royce slowly got out of the car.
“Kid, I heard you're that ‘nice guy’ from back then?”
He looked at me with disdain.
“No wonder no one wants you—just a chauffeur who dares to chase after a campus goddess. You’re delusional!”
I glanced at the time—it was less than an hour until the meeting began.
Not wanting to delay the boss, I decided to deal with them later.
But to my surprise, they had no intention of letting me leave.
“Kid, take a good look, this is 98-octane fuel.”
“Didn’t your boss teach you that domestic cars can only use 92?”
I clenched my fists, keeping my gaze fixed on him.
“Mr. Harrison, this is no ordinary domestic car—it’s the famous Lincoln Executive!”
I thought mentioning the car’s name would make him back off, but to my surprise, he didn’t even recognize it.
“Lincoln? Never heard of it.”
“All I know is, in front of a Rolls-Royce, all other cars should stay out of the way!”
After hearing this, I almost couldn’t hold back my laughter.
“Mr. Harrison, for someone like you, it’s normal not to know my boss’s car.”
“After all... real wealthy people don’t act like you, causing trouble.”
I took out my phone, preparing to call the police.
At this point, he didn’t back down at all; in fact, he became even more brazen.
“Kid, I’ll tell you, no cop in Greenwood City can control me, Greg Harrison!”
He grew more agitated, and I could smell the strong stench of alcohol in the air.
Seeing this, Emily Green quickly added her two cents.
“Darling, stop wasting time with this ‘nice guy.’ Look at how pathetic he is; he probably doesn’t even recognize our car brand.”
I squinted my eyes involuntarily and coldly replied,
“Mr. Harrison, you’re not letting me call the cops because you’re drunk, aren’t you?”
Before I could finish, he suddenly shoved me.
