Chapter 297 Chapter 297: I’m Afraid I Can’t Help You
Shaking her head, she answered Miss Wilson with a smile, “I don’t think we’ve met before. I’ve just come back from abroad.”
“Sorry. I got the wrong person,” Miss Wilson quickly explained.
“It’s okay,” Estelle smiled. Then she turned to Eva, saying, “You’d better not put the key in your coat pocket. You might lose it again.”
When Estelle was about to leave, Eva, who had been looking at her as if Estelle was her savior, suddenly held her hand and asked with an expectant look, “Excuse me, Miss. Is your husband here? May I ask him to do me a favor?”
“My husband...”
“Miss, I mean no offense. We need a male driver to drive Miss Wilson to the wedding dress store, but I really can’t find anyone who can help us...”
“I’m afraid I can’t help you. My husband... has been dead for three years,” Estelle declared apologetically.
Hearing this, Eva was stunned. “I’m sorry, Miss. I’m so sorry...”
When the two of them were talking, Miss Wilson had been secretly sizing Estelle up.
Somehow, she felt that she had met Estelle before, but she couldn’t remember where and when they had met.
‘You said that you have just come back from abroad. Then where have I ever seen you? This is so strange.’ Miss Wilson wondered.
At this moment, Miss Wilson suddenly asked Estelle, “Do you have time now?”
Estelle pointed at herself and asked, “Me?”
“Yes. Could you please drive me to the wedding dress store?” Miss Wilson asked.
Despite Estelle’s composed nature, she couldn’t help but feel irked upon hearing such an unreasonable demand.
With her face darkened, she refused Miss Wilson. “I’m sorry. I have to take care of my kids. I can’t help you.”
Noticing that Estelle was unhappy, Miss Wilson hurriedly explained, “I’m sorry, Miss. I was not ordering you. I just think we have met before and...”
Before she could finish her words, she saw Eva gasping in pain with her hand against the wall.
For the interview today, Eva wore a pair of eight-centimeter high heels. Just now, when she ran over in a hurry, she sprained her ankle.
“Are you okay?” Estelle asked.
“I’m fine. It’s just my ankle that’s a bit sore. I’ll recover shortly,” Eva assured.
Observing Eva’s high heels, Miss Wilson expressed dissatisfaction, remarking, “Driving in high heels is unsafe. Do you even possess a driving license? Look at yourself. How can I trust you to be a skilled driver?”
Eva’s smile turned wry, and she responded with a hint of helplessness, “Mr. Hans urged me to come here quickly, leaving me no time to switch shoes.”
Seeing Eva’s ankle swell up, Estelle hesitated for a long time and asked, “Will Cristofer go to the wedding dress store?”
“No,” Eva answered, “Mr. Hans is very busy today, so he asked me to accompany Miss Wilson to buy wedding dresses and jewelry.”
“Give me the car key,” Estelle suggested.
“What?”
Estelle extended her hand and suggested, “Allow me to drive you there.”
Eva’s face lit up with gratitude as she responded, “Thank you, Miss. Your generosity is greatly appreciated!”
Miss Wilson seemed on the verge of saying something but swallowed back her words when Estelle cast a meaningful glance at her.
“Miss Wilson, are you afraid? You don’t want to let me drive you there?”
“I... Why should I be afraid?” Miss Wilson stammered.
“If you are not afraid, then change your clothes quickly and go downstairs. After driving you to the wedding dress store, I still have something else to do. Don’t keep me waiting,” Estelle stated, turned around, and went downstairs.
Both Miss Wilson and Eva were stunned.
Eva then couldn’t help praising Estelle in her mind.
Miss Wilson, who had been arrogant just now, was silenced by Estelle’s overwhelming presence. Without changing her clothes, she took her mobile phone and handbag and then followed Estelle out.
As Eva exited the room, Estelle, positioned near the elevator, advised her, “Get changed into a pair of slippers.”
“Okay!”
With her high heels in her hand, Eva hurriedly caught up with Estelle and Miss Wilson, and then they went to the underground parking lot.
“Miss, my boss’s car is a black Maybach. It’s parked by the pillar next to the fire extinguisher,” Eva informed.
“I’m aware of which car it is,” Estelle replied.
With that, she headed directly to Cristofer's Maybach, effortlessly unlocking the car and sliding into the driver’s seat. Securing the seatbelt with practiced ease, she exuded a sense of familiarity as if the car belonged to her.
Soon, Eva got into the passenger seat, and Miss Wilson got into the rear seat.
Subsequently, the car smoothly exited the parking area and seamlessly merged into the traffic flow.
“Please provide the store’s address,” Estelle requested.
“It’s Block B of Ginza Plaza. Let me activate the navigation system for you,” Eva suggested.
“No need, I’m familiar with the route,” Estelle replied.
“Okay.”
Estelle drove at a fast speed and gave them a smooth ride. It could be seen that she had excellent driving skills.
Sitting comfortably in the seat, Eva praised her sincerely, “Miss, you are so good at driving! You must have been driving for many years, right?”
“I’ve just been driving for three years,” Estelle said, looking straight at the road.
“Three years?”
“What’s the matter?” Estelle inquired with an impassive expression.
Eva could sense a shift in Estelle’s demeanor. Despite her earlier kindness, Estelle now appeared to be in a sour mood, and Eva suspected the person responsible for this shift was seated in the back.
Contemplating about this, Eva glanced at Miss Wilson through the rearview mirror and observed her lazy sitting behavior, her legs neatly aligned and her hands resting on her thigh.
After several minutes, Estelle stopped the car at the gate of the wedding dress store.
“Here we are,” Estelle announced.
When Miss Wilson was about to leave the car, she suddenly remembered that she had seen Estelle’s photo in Cristofer's wallet before.
In the photo, Estelle looked about eighteen years old and wore a floral dress. And her smile was very charming.
The photo was specially cut into the right size and put into Cristofer's wallet.
“Miss... May I ask you a question?” Miss Wilson asked in a trembling voice. “Is your husband really dead?”
“Your question is quite interesting,” Estelle snapped with a bitter smile.
Miss Wilson hurriedly explained, “I mean no offense, Miss. I just...”
“He is really dead. He was killed in a car accident,” Estelle interrupted her, asking, “Miss Wilson, what else do you want to ask?”
“Nothing. Nothing actually... I’m sorry,” Miss Wilson lowered her head, then quickly pushed the car door open and got out of the car in a fluster.