After Awakening, I Stopped Pleasing the Driver’s Son
The driver’s son spent a fortune on his girlfriend’s birthday party, only to find out when he was checking out that his credit card had been frozen.
He called me in a rage and said, “Rachel, what gives you the right to freeze my credit card? Do you know how humiliating it is that I can’t pay here?”
I sneered and reminded him, “Have you lost your memory? The credit card in your hand is mine, right? It’s none of your business if I freeze my credit card.”
I wouldn’t indulge in love and would choose to be a wealthy lady rather than curry favor with a driver’s son.
Chapter 1
I became Rachel Johnson, the love–obsessed heroine of the book.
Rachel was the only heiress to the Johnson family of Capitalise and grew up being spoiled by everyone.
She probably never got rejected growing up. So when she was rejected for inviting Adrian Sinclair, the son of her driver, Harry Sinclair, to play with her, she suddenly had a desire for conquest.
She thought it was so cool that Adrian dared to reject her.
So, from that day on, Rachel followed Adrian every day.
Maybe she just wanted to take Adrian at first, hoping that he would dote on her like the other boys.
But apparently, Adrian wouldn’t be like that.
No matter what Rachel did, Adrian was always cold to her.
Slowly, Rachel’s mindset towards Adrian began to change. She started thinking of ways to please Adrian.
She gave Adrian the new cell phone that her father, Victor Johnson, bought for her and used Adrian’s old cell phone that he had outgrown.
The new necklace her mother, Angela Johnson, bought for her was given to Mary Roberts as a birthday gift by Adrian.
Even a large portion of her one–hundred–thousand–dollar monthly allowance was spent on Adrian.
Everyone in the class knew that Rachel liked Adrian very much. Even if it were something outrageous, as long as Adrian showed a hint of displeasure, Rachel would immediately bow her head and apologize.
Later, someone rumored that Rachel was the daughter of Adrian’s nanny and was able to attend Monjen High School only because of Adrian’s family’s financial support.
I shook my head, thinking that Rachel was a fool.
Just now, Rachel was angry when she heard that Adrian had confessed his love for Mary at Mary’s birthday party and then died from it.
What kind of magic did Adrian have that could make Rachel, a rich girl, so mesmerized?
I lay on the soft, big bed, looked at the balance on the bank card, and couldn’t help but smile.
Wouldn’t it be nice to be a rich girl in peace?
I didn’t give a shit about Adrian.
I hung up on Adrian and blocked his number without a second thought.
I was dreaming happily when suddenly another person called me. I picked up the phone and realized it was a female voice.
Mary said with a sobbing voice, “Rachel, I know you like Adrian, but he likes me. How can you secretly freeze his credit card just because he doesn’t like you?
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“Now the whole class is being held up unfreeze Adrian’s credit card.
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the hotel and not allowed to leave, waiting for Adrian to settle his bill. Stop messing around and
“And you blocked Adrian’s cell phone number. Do you know how angry he was? If I hadn’t persuaded him, he would have wanted to break it off with you.”
I said calmly, “Then let’s break it off. It’s not like I care about him.
“By the way, that credit card in his hand is mine. What is it any of your business if I freeze
my
credit card?
“Why does he need my money to throw you a birthday party? Didn’t he say he was rich? How can he not even have the money to throw you a birthday party?”
The phone was snatched by Adrian, an angry voice coming from the other end of the line.
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He said, “Rachel, stop it. Don’t use this method to get my attention. I’m furious right now. I’m giving you one minute to hurry up and unfreeze my credit card. Otherwise, you know the consequences.”
His words sounded like a domineering president.
But unfortunately, Adrian was just a driver’s son.
Before I could say anything, the phone was hung up.
Well, that saved me from wasting my words.
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I silently blocked the number and got up, then put on delicate makeup and picked out a nice outfit from the checkroom.
Being a rich girl was excellent, having a table full of big–name cosmetics: Rachel’s cloakroom was bigger than my living room, and she had a wall full of bags.
If I weren’t hungry, I’d be frantically trying on clothes in this cloakroom.
