Sydney Sawyer jogged over, her mind racing.
Her mother used to take a taxi from the airport, but today she had arrived in a luxury private car. Then again, modern ride-hailing apps did have high-end options, so Sydney didn't think much of it. But just as she neared the car, the "driver" actually got out.
He was cool and composed, with a stunningly handsome face.
It was a completely different aura from Sebastian Lockwood's. This man radiated a lazy yet aloof tension—unrestrained, brazen, and reckless. His hair was cut very short, so sharp it was almost oppressive.
To top it off, he was dressed in a black shirt and black pants, which instantly amplified his already imposing presence. His aura was overwhelming, his gaze as sharp as a blade.
He had the natural air of a formidable character.
'Do all private drivers look like this now?'
Then again, she had seen news reports about some rich kids who drove luxury cars for ride-hailing apps to experience "real life."
