I caught Sebastian's reflection in the rearview mirror, his face set, silent. It seemed he wasn't going to speak up.I broke the tension. "Actually, I do mind. I thought it was common sense that the wife rides in the passenger seat. Did you not know that, Jennifer? Or maybe you just think someone else's seat is more comfortable?"Jennifer's smug expression faltered, her face paling as she fumbled with the hem of her dress, ready to step out. But Sebastian grabbed her arm, stopping her. He turned to me and said, "Nicole, what difference does it make where you sit? Stop acting spoiled. Do you really want us to be late? Just get in the back, will you? Switching seats is a hassle."Before I could respond, our driver pulled up in another car. Without another word, I turned and climbed into it. After all, it wasn't like we didn't have other cars. The moment my assistant told me Jennifer had gotten into Sebastian's car, I made arrangements. If they wanted to make me uncomfortable, th
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