Adam Driver Nationality Novels & Stories

“We are,boss, just the remaining files to be attended to.” “Oh.. alright. I'll sort them out” he said, pulling the files closer to himself. The receptionist nodded and turned to leave when Jace’s voice stopped her. “Please, kindly call me Adam,” Jace said. Adam is his driver. The receptionist nodded and exited. In a few seconds, his driver stepped into the office. “Here I am, sir,” Adam said with his hands held at his back. “Yes. Get the white Limousine ready” he said, his voice confident and clear.

Ehan shook his head again. “I-I can’t answer that, sir. I am sorry.” “Shit!” If he sees from Ehan’s behavior, Adam can conclude that there is something that makes this driver unable to say much. As if being threatened. Adam looked around the car. He moved to the front seat quickly. Then talk with just moving his mouth, so there is no sound come out. “Give me a sign,” said the man. Slightly surprised to see Ehan crying. Even once, Adam had never seen his chauffeur cry like this. Perhaps Ehan felt very guilty for putting his master in such a dangerous condition.

“I am one of the best racing drivers in the world. Not everyone can get the precious opportunity to race with me.” Amelia bit her bottom lip, “But he caught up with you as an amateur. I guess you aren’t as good as you have boasted.” Adam clutched the steering wheel. He rarely got angry, especially with the one he cared about, but Amelia’s words hurt his pride. “You are about to find the answer, babe.” He huffed a cold laugh, then stepped on the gas again.

Adam refused, making Victor and Miller shake their heads. "Victor, Miller, let's go!" exclaimed Dante as he walked towards the car with an annoyed look on his face. Adam was confused that someone he considered a chauffeur could order Victor around. "What...?" he asked Victor, and Victor nodded back. After that, Adam's head felt embarrassed; he had really offended someone very honorable. "Ah, wait, sir!" Adam interrupted, but everyone was already in the car.

He knew that Adam's desire for autonomy was driven by a desire to maintain a semblance of normalcy in his life, even amidst the complexities of being a werewolf Alpha. As Adam made his way to the garage, Dominic and Maya followed him, their presence a testament to their unwavering loyalty. They watched as Adam approached his sleek black Porsche 911 Targa 4 GTS, a vehicle that reflected his penchant for elegance and performance. The engine roared to life, and Adam gave a brief nod in their direction before driving out of the garage. Dominic and Maya exchanged a glance, their thoughts unspoken yet understood. The dynamics of their pack had shifted since Adam's integration with the human world,

Adam holds out his hand towards Hunter, “I’m Mr. Wright from…” “I know who you are,” Hunter raises a single eyebrow, ignoring the outstretched hand. “You’re the new associate at CCRP. Didn't you just fly in from Berlin?” “Paris, actually,” Adam slowly retracts his hand, trying to make it look casual as he grabs a glass of wine from a cart. “But I've been in New York for a month now and... .”

He questioned inwardly, he hurried closer to the driver. "Good afte…" "Where is my brother?." Adam asked, cutting him off. "I think he is still at work." The driver replied. "How could he just send a driver when he knew he won't be able to fulfill his promise? Why did he make them? I need to give him a call." Adam said angrily, the driver bowed before him. Adam looked at him and shook his head, he shoved his hand into his pocket and brought out his phone to call Anthony.

He replied. “So, who owns this car then?” “You didn’t expect me to own just one car. Did you?” He laughed. “Oh wow! That must be nice. Congratulations, Adam” One thing I learnt about Adam was that he wasn’t a big fan of cars. Unlike other wealthy men in the city that had fleets of cars they changed every month, Adam was satisfied with the few he had. Unlike his dad that always wanted to make a statement with the variety of cars he had, Adam was quite conservative in that aspect.

Anda smiled shaking her head. "Why did I have to be your friend of all people in the world? Did I betray my country in my past life?" Adam muttered to Anda's hearing but she knew he didn't mean it. Adam couldn't get on the track since he sustained any injury that got him bed ridden for a year so he enjoyed watching races and coaching Anda was worth all his time. ***** "What do you mean the car broke down?I told you to hire a perfect car" Anda glared at Adam. "I thought I did.. look,instead of complaining,how about you fix it" Adam said.

Adam guestered her with his eyes that somehow assured her to follow him like a child. "What's going on!? I brought her here." Albert was dumbfounded. "Don't worry, my dear boss. I still support you." Ryan grinned from behind. "You punk! Found me…" Adam gritted his teeth. Almost being compelled by them, he chose to team with Ryan. Moreover he was the one driving. Nothing mattered who was beside him. When they started their car, both Adam and Albert started to increase their speed. As Adele was still hurt, Adam chose to let them win. Anyway he didn't want to win the race. He planned to talk to Adele in private. There was something bothering him for a few days.