As Andrew looked over, that person looked back at him too—Christina. Their eyes met, and he noticed she was holding what appeared to be a job resume. However, he kept his expression neutral and climbed into the Lamborghini.
Watching the Lamborghini speed away, Christina smiled bitterly. She had been trying her best to avoid going out, yet she still ran into the man she least wanted to face. The way Andrew had looked at her was not filled with contempt or disdain—it was simply indifference.
Yet, even that uninterested glance made Christina's face flush red with embarrassment and shame.
The two of them who had once been together were now worlds apart—one soaring high while the other had fallen to rock bottom. Unfortunately, she was the latter.
"Lamborghini pickup service and gorgeous women around him every day. Andrew's living a life I can't even imagine now," she muttered, laughing self-deprecatingly as a cab pulled up.
Christina opened the door and got in, telling the drive