"Master, please get in the car."
In just an instant, I felt the air at the school gate solidify.
Harry's face visibly blushed.
"What? He called Jeremy master??"
"Did I hear it wrong?!"
"Wait, uncle, are you here to pick up Jeremy?"
Uncle James nodded honestly, "Yes."
With these words, the crowd at the entrance of the school fell into a dead silence again.
Everyone's eyes were focused on me.
"Jeremy, is he your family's driver?"
To be honest, I really wanted to nod my head and reveal my identity.
After pretending for so long, I was actually very uncomfortable.
But as I looked at this Ferrari SF90 in front of me, I remembered my dream of a sports car, as well as my sister's dream of being an actress.
I decided to endure it a little longer.
I held back the corners of my mouth that wanted to rise, and walked over to Uncle James's side, gestured for him not to speak, and turned around to explain to everyone.
"He is the driver of my distant relative's family, not mine. Please don't misunderstand."
After hearing my explanation, Harry immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I knew it. There's no way it could be yours."
Other classmates were all discussing.