I had just finished my afternoon tea and was waiting for the driver to pick me up when a Porsche suddenly came speeding towards me. I instinctively stepped back and ended up sitting on the ground. The car screeched to a halt and a glamorous woman stepped out.
If I hadn’t seen her up close, I wouldn’t have recognized her at all.
It was Edith Turner. She took off her sunglasses, looked at my messy state and smirked.
"Did you grow your eyes on your forehead?"
"Are you blind? Didn't you see me driving up?" Edith clicked her tongue, then pulled out a few hundred-dollar bills from her limited-edition bag and tossed them on the ground. "Consider it a tip. It’s enough for you to see a doctor."
She was no longer content being a secret mistress. Now, she wanted to be out in the open, staring at me with an expression full of challenge.
As I stood up, the driver arrived, his anger boiling over. He snapped at Edith, "Do you have any idea who our madam is? If anything happens to her, our boss won't let you get away with it!"
Edith scoffed, "Oh, really? And who exactly is your madam?"