"Why are you here?" When Adam saw Lumma, there was joy in his eyes, but it faded soon when he heard Lumma's answer. "That's my job."
Adam sneered, "You can go. Just ask the driver to pick me up."
Lumma should listen to him and left, but now, Adam was no longer the proud president of the Hills Group. He was just an ordinary man who was hurt by his wife. Lumma didn't want to leave Adam alone.
Besides, Simon also persuaded Adam, "Adam, you are drunk. You'd better keep your mouth shut and let Ms. Louis drive you back."
Lumma took the car key and said, "Mr. Hills, let's go."
When Lumma was driving, Adam, who was sitting in the back, squinted at Lumma's side face. Lumma was driving very carefully and didn't even talk to Adam.
"Ha..." Adam sneered.
He had heard Lumma say that she didn't want to be his wife at all.
And Lumma came to pick him up just because that was her job.
Half an hour later, they arrived at Whitey Villa.