“Wait, aren’t you the substitute driver?”

Serenity was surprised when she recognized Jim.

Jim smiled sheepishly. “I gave your husband my name card and told him he could find me if he needs anything. I can do anything as long as I’m paid.”

Serenity supposed that there was not a smooth stream of business for a substitute driver and that doing other jobs part-time was better than staying idle at home, so she did not suspect that Jim was lying.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. I’m getting paid to do my job.”

Jim finished speaking and hurriedly carried the sofa out with a colleague.

Jasmine asked casually, “Do you know that person?”

“Yeah, I’ve seen him a few times since he lives in Brynfield. He usually works as a substitute driver. He sent Zachary home twice when the latter got drunk.

“I didn’t know that he had side jobs. I’ll ask for his name card later. We can hire him if we need something done in the future. I think he’s quite reliable.”

Grandma May, who was helping to pack up S