Son-In-Law Gets an Upgrade 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 Eurasian customs-to shake hands with the latter. 

However, Guillaume wore a disdainful expression and had no intentions of reciprocating the handshake. In Eurasian that could arguably be considered fluent, he berated Alex, “How dare a mere driver like you try to shake my hand? My hands are the greatest gift from God. They’re created to make the 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 to shake his hand was a blatant display of disrespect. I’m paying him to design the wedding gown, yet he’s not even willing to shake my hand. 

Before Alex could say anything, the sexy blond-haired and blue-eyed assistant standing beside Guillaume 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 car over here this instant, you stupid driver!” 

Exasperation washed over Alex as he shook his head. He had never anticipated that both the designer and 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 wedding down. 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 such minor 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 open the 

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 sigh of exasperation. Taking his place behind the wheel, he glanced over to the front passenger seat and was 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 quiet person. and was not emanating an air of superiority. Alex could not help but be impressed with the former’s 

dedication to his job.