Betty's POV

I hated the fact that I was a considerate person with a beating heart, unlike a particular someone. I couldn't bear the thought of him losing his job because of me.

Ivan was aware of my personality and knew I would cave in to him.

"Ma'am..." The driver carefully called my name. My brow twitched. I drew in a deep breath then shot him a glare. His expression remained blank. I probably seemed like a spoilt brat which wasn't far from the truth.

A haggard breath ...