chasing the wind is taking your order

"Why do you start to dislike me when you are so young?" Rachel couldn't help rolling her eyes. But it's true that Cora often appears to be more shrewd than her.

"Aunt Harris may be new here, but she looks very kind. I often see her helping older people carry things upstairs from my window, and I also saw her taking care of a stray cat downstairs," Cora explained.

She didn't just knock on someone's door randomly. She thought that Aunt Harris next door was a kind old lady.

Cora has suffered a lot with her since she was young. Although she looks mischievous, she is more careful than ordinary children.

"Sit on this chair and wait for me. We'll go home together when Mom finishes work," Rachel said, holding Cora after dinner and coming to the lounge.

"Okay," Cora obediently agreed.

With her round face, big eyes, and soft voice, she looks like a little angel. She knew not to disturb her mother while she was working, so she brought several picture books and sat on the chair, occasionally peeking at her mother's busy figure.

Rachel came over as soon as she finished work, but Cora didn't know when she fell asleep.

"Cora, wake up. Let's go home," Rachel kissed Cora's forehead, her eyes full of tender and doting motherly love.

Cora is so well-behaved that it makes people feel distressed. She spent the whole afternoon reading picture books here. Maybe she was too tired and fell asleep sitting there.

"Mummy," Cora slowly opened her eyes and saw Rachel, excitedly raising the corners of her mouth, "Is it time to finish work?"

"Yes, it is," Rachel's smile was full of infinite tenderness. "Let's go eat."

"Yay!"

They walked out of the coffee shop hand in hand, ready to go to the car rental and start their night shift driving.

"Let's do this!" Rachel encouraged herself in her mind.

She needed to work hard to earn enough money to buy a car, so she could save on rental fees. Then, she would work even harder to buy a house and give Cora a stable and secure home.

**23rd floor, Marriott International Building, CEO's office.**

"President Elliott, this is Rachel's information." Denise, President Elliott's secretary, walked in.

She was wearing a white shirt with a black professional skirt, showing off her tall and slender figure with long legs. Her long red hair was slightly curled and draped over her shoulders. Her face was exquisitely made up, giving her a capable appearance.

She respectfully placed a stack of documents on the CEO's desk.

"Rachel, from Blackwood City, dropped out of college in her freshman year and gave birth to a daughter who is now five years old. She has been working odd jobs in Blackwood City, doing odd jobs at the mansion cafe during the day and part-time driving for Chasing the Wind Taxi at night." Denise continued.

Denise didn't understand why President Elliott would investigate an ordinary woman with a child like this.

President Elliott was a prominent figure in the business world, and many socialites and ladies tried to get close to him. But Denise had been with him for so many years and had never seen him show any interest in any woman.

But when the CEO asked for someone's information, of course, she had to send it over immediately, and the information had to be detailed and complete.

"Got it." Kellan's voice was low and his expression was indifferent. He nodded, allowing her to leave.

Denise bowed and left the room.

Kellan's office was spacious and decorated in black and white. The leather sofa and exquisite solid wood desk were all designed by famous European designers, unique and luxurious in their simplicity.

Kellan sat on the exquisite leather sofa chair, tapping his long fingers on the table. He was incredibly handsome, with sharp eyebrows, a straight nose, and a bold and domineering look in his eyes.

His tall and slender figure was impeccable, dressed in an expensive black high-end suit, like a noble prince, elegant and graceful.

The first time he fell asleep in a taxi, he thought it was an accident. But the second time, he fell asleep again, experiencing a natural and comfortable sleep. Before that, he had been suffering from insomnia, except for that night five years ago.

Could she be the girl from five years ago?

Kellan lazily leaned back in his exquisite office chair, picked up Rachel's file, and raised an eyebrow, his gaze clear and serene.

Opening the file, the first page was a photo of Rachel, taken when she was 18 years old and filling out a school registration form. Her youthful face was clearly visible, with a faint smile on her lips.

He casually flipped through the file. President Elliott's subordinates were well-trained, and the information was incredibly detailed in a short amount of time.

Rachel was 23 years old this year. Her mother Ophelia divorced after having an affair when Rachel was two years old. She was raised by her grandfather, who passed away when she was eight. Her grandfather sent her to live with her uncle Grady, and she lived there until she was 18, when she dropped out of school due to pregnancy.

Further down in the file were interviews with Rachel's classmates at Harmony University, the best university in Blackwood City. When Rachel dropped out of school, she was already three months pregnant, and her belly was slightly protruding. Therefore, there were rumors circulating among her classmates that Rachel was being kept by a wealthy businessman. Some of the rumors were well-founded, and the matter was widely discussed in the school.

Of course, there were also some neighbors who said that Rachel was a smart and clever girl who studied hard and excelled in both academics and character. It was a pity that she was deceived at such a young age.

Kellan's gaze on the information grew darker and colder, his black eyes like a demon from hell, sending shivers down one's spine. When he saw her driving, he thought she was pure and aloof, but how could she have casually entered his room if that were the case? She turned out to be a promiscuous woman.

It was ironic that he could only sleep well beside her. The thought of her being intimate with other men made him inexplicably unhappy.

The lively neon lights on the street flickered like little elves jumping around. Cora was thrilled because her mother had promised to reward her for delivering food to her yesterday.

They stopped at a toy store by the street, and Cora picked a Dora plush toy with batteries that could speak: "Hello, I'm Dora."

"Mom, look, I'm Dora!" Cora loved it and hid behind the toy, pretending to be Dora.

"Don't be a troublemaker, don't be a troublemaker," Rachel played along with her.

Cora giggled, her smile as bright as a flower. Rachel giggled along with her.

Later, when they had a customer, Cora obediently sat in the passenger seat and played with her toy. When it got late, Cora fell asleep hugging her Dora.

"Chasing the Wind is taking your order."

Rachel, as usual, picked up her phone and checked the pick-up and drop-off locations. The pick-up was at the nearby RK bar, and the destination was Red Star Street.

Red Star Street was the road where her uncle's house was located when she was a child.

Rachel looked at the address and hesitated for a moment, a hint of nervousness flashing in her dark, bright eyes.

Instinctively, she wanted to cancel the order, but after a complicated look at Cora, who was sleeping soundly with a black border, she decided to take it. She needed to earn more money!

The car stopped steadily at the alley next to the bar, under the decadent lights were people who were drunk.