Ryan Osborne forced a smile. "Of course. When His Highness gives an order, I'll rush over immediately, no matter who I'm picking up."
Ashley Bowen closed her book and patted Ryan Osborne on the chest, deliberately being contrary. "So honest, Head Steward Osborne. Though, I would have been happier if you'd said you rushed over just for me. But since you say it's your duty, my conscience is clear. It's only natural for you to be tired. It's work, after all. What job isn't tiring, right?"
"Yes..." Ryan Osborne said through gritted teeth, his head lowered.
The car sped wildly down the road, and Ashley Bowen's stomach churned violently once again. She almost threw up all over the inside of the car.
'That damn Ryan Osborne! He's doing this on purpose!'
"Imperial Concubine, it seems you aren't suited for such high-end luxury cars."
The car stopped outside the villa, and Ashley Bowen bolted out. She leaned against a large tree and began to vomit violently.
