Chapter 10

After walking out of the terminal, I immediately spotted our driver holding a sign with my name.

Even after many years, he still looked the same.

I quickly waved to him.

But he didn't look in my direction at all.

It wasn't until I walked right up to him and took the sign from his hands that I smiled and said:

"Driver, what are you thinking about? I've been calling you."

"Are you Miss Olivia?" he asked, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"How did you get so tall and beautiful?"

"I've always been beautiful," I laughed.

The driver nodded enthusiastically, his eyes seeming to redden.

"Yes, yes, of course. Miss Olivia has always been beautiful."

He then glanced behind me.

"Did you come back alone? Where are the CEO, Madam, and young Master Lucas?"

"They'll be here in a couple days, after Lucas' last performance. You know my parents - they never miss any of their precious son's shows."

The driver clearly agreed with my words.

"That's true. Whenever the CEO calls me, as soon as he starts talking about young Master Lucas, he just goes on and on.

Always saying how Lucas performed in Vienna last month, or how he's going to perform at the White House next month. Sometimes I want to ask about you, but I can't even get a word in.

People who don't know better might think Lucas is their biological child."

I shook my head with a smile. "Driver, I think you just wanted to ask about Chris but were too shy to interrupt my dad."

Chris was the driver's son, who had gone to study in France ten years ago and had been living at our house.

"Bah! I don't care about that little brat. All he does is ask me for money."

On the way home, I noticed huge posters of Lucas hung all over the city's CBD.

"Genius pianist returns to homeland after 14 years - Premiere domestic performance"

The hype was clearly working well.