In the Audi.

Xara was in the passenger’s seat.

Francis drove all while boasting nonstop about his family’s prestige in Cansington and how much money he was currently earning through his own company.

“Xara, I heard from Thea that you came to Cansington to look for a job. Why not come and work for me in my herb processing plant? With my family’s connections, I can rake in millions a year. I can even make you the manager.”

“We’ll see.”

Xara was disinterested.

Francis could make a good boyfrie