“Come here and squeeze in with me!”

Noticing that there was no space left in the car, Adaline squeezed herself inward.

“The car is overloaded, Ada. He won’t fit,” said Stella.

“She’s right. It’s packed in here. Let’s not bring along the deadbeat, shall we?” said one of the women.

Adaline pursed her lips. In truth, she felt upset to hear her friends criticizing Adrian in this manner. However, she could not chastise them because her status was inferior to theirs.

The driver, Kevan, said to Adrian, “You aren’t going to fit. Sorry, but we have to leave you behind.”

“It’s fine, I’ll walk. Which hotel are you going to?” said Adrian.

“Hahaha!” Kevan and the others burst out laughing. “Sure, you can walk then. I’d like to see which is faster—your legs or my car! See you at Swallowston Hotel!”

Kevan started the engine.

Adaline suddenly tossed fifteen dollars from the window just as the car sped off. “Get yourself a cab and go home! Don’t come! They’re going to make you the laughing sto