CHAPTER 7

Natalie couldn't conceal her curiosity and just had to pop the question. Isaac drove past red lights, and there's no signs of him getting pulled over any time soon.

“You must be from a royal family.”

“Yes, well, obviously.” He chuckled.

“You've been skipping red lights.”

“I…” He pondered on how to say it to her. “I don't obey traffic rules.”

“Why?” She voiced surprisingly.

“They don't apply to me, I could be endangered at a stop. It's just like how officials use sirens to clear traffic, but I don't need that.” He grinned at her.

“What royal family are you from?” She asked, her heart in her throat hoping it wouldn't be Bardaen.

How could a lowlife like her possibly have anything to do with even a cleaner of the Bardaen empire? We're talking about the most powerful kingdom in the world.

Isaac's brows furrowed in thought. “You don't know?”

“Was I supposed to?”

“I thought you'd at least look it up. You don't seem quite interested in me.” He sank in his seat.

“I did search on social media.”