"No, Young Master, Assistant Zimmerman just called and said you need to hurry back home; he's waiting to use the car," Bobby said with a hint of anxiety.
"You can just drive the car back," Xaviar replied indifferently.
"But, the chairman strictly ordered that I must bring you back. He mentioned he has something important to discuss with you at noon," Bobby pleaded with a desperate look in his eyes.
"The chairman?" Xaviar finally reacted, turning to look at Bobby with a slight frown, "are you talking about my Grandfather?"
Bobby nodded gravely, and Xaviar immediately raised an eyebrow, "Grandfather is so busy, how would he know that I took the car out?"
"I'm not sure how the chairman found out," Bobby hurriedly explained, "the situation now is that we have to drive the car back immediately. Young Master, please hurry downstairs with me; I'm worried that if we return late, I... I might lose my job."
