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My hands clutched the blouse at my chest, hair sticking to the sweat and tears, and for a long moment, I simply stared. He wasn’t the driver I was used to. Not the familiar, reliable face I could have leaned on without thinking. This man… he was new. My mind raced, trying to reconcile the panic and exhaustion with the sudden flicker of something else, a strange, unbidden curiosity, a spark of… anticipation? The door opened, and for a split second, all my brokenness, the grief, the exhaustion, the firestorm of emotions…faded into the background. Because the driver who stepped out was breathtaking.

Glena said, getting up from her seat. "That's all right, business is at the forefront of my life. The risks of being a businessman are already in my expectation, no need to feel that way," Kevin said, pointing at Glena with the folder in his hand. "Concentrate on my orders this time, I sense something is wrong." "Yes, sir. Before I go, I need to ask you a favor." Glena handed Kevin a flash drive. "What is this? Who is it from and what is it for?" Kevin looked at it and turned it over in his hand.

CHAPTER 98 Chapter 98 : My Bullies, my Stepbrothers, My Mates Carina’s POV As I drove home, I was really lost in thought. I didn’t know whether I should cry or shout because, as it stood, I was really held up in a fix, and my son’s life was on the line. How the fuck was I supposed to get those documents? I asked myself in anger, my voice shaking as I gripped the steering wheel tighter. My mind was racing so fast I didn’t even notice the traffic light turn red.

Not even the blooming trees at the racetrack could rival her beauty that day. Callan studied my expressions closely. He did not miss a single detail as I recounted the scene. The psychological tests went on throughout the night. By morning, the report was in my parents' hands. Callan explained, "It's primarily psychological trauma, along with severe hallucinations and delusions. I recommend inpatient treatment." "Bullshit! I'm not sick!" I roared. A sedative was injected into my arm. Even so, I thrashed and yelled, "My wife's waiting for me at home! I have to go back!"

but like I said, it’s a craze. Yet there I was, looking absolutely nothing like a lady. Why don’t we have mirrors in bathroom stalls, that way I wouldn’t have to guess how disheveled I look. Even the thought of it seemed to fuel my sex craze. My pace picked up, so much that I could feel my legs shaking from the effect. “Yessssss…yessss ... .please” I panted out loud, as I felt myself getting closer. And just like that, the fireworks exploded inside me, accompanied by what I could only describe as an animalistic growl.

I opened my mouth to correct her again,but the words didn’t come out. I sighed and tapped my forehead lightly. “She’s so weird” I muttered under my breath. Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of the room and headed downstairs. Each step I took felt heavier than the last. My heart wouldn’t stop racing. As I descended the stairs, my eyes moved around cautiously. Then suddenly, I froze. “The driver.” The same driver from that night. Mr Sebastian Whitmore driver My breath hitched. Without thinking, I quickly lowered my head, letting my hair fall over my face.

I shouted at the driver. "Floor it. All that money is yours!" The driver was a balding middle-aged man. He jumped in fright and instinctively looked as if he wanted to throw me out. But when his eyes flicked to the stack of cash, he swallowed. Daniel had already reached the window and was pounding on the glass. "Open the door! You crazy woman, get out!" "Sir, drive!" I stared at the driver with a bloodless face. "He beats me. I'm running for my life!"

My driver’s girlfriend glared at me from the front passenger seat and snapped, “Can't you read? You’re always mooching rides off my boyfriend. Have you no shame? If you can’t afford a ride, just stay home. People like you are the worst!” I looked at my driver, Jason, completely baffled. He hurried over to me and lowered his voice to explain, “Miss Silva, my girlfriend doesn’t know I’m a driver. She’s pretty possessive. She only put up that note because she loves me.

The city blurred past the windows in streaks of light and stone. Damian drove in silence, one hand on the wheel, the other resting protectively on Nova’s thigh. She clutched the journal tight in her lap, the USB drive sealed in an inner pocket of her coat. They didn’t speak at first. The weight of what they’d uncovered pressed between them like fog, thick, clinging, impossible to ignore. Nova finally broke the silence. “He was trying to take them down. And they made an example out of him.”

Now I will just patch up some other book and read it while on the way. _______×_______ As it became darker and darker, soon it was going to be 9pm. She took up some books in her bag and was ready to leave for Noah's house. When, she came outside it was already raining. She saw to the front of the road a luxurious long black car was standing. Inside it , a driver was sitting or can say bodyguard too because the suit he wore was matching both looks. As Nella was staring at that car slowly the window of that car went down and the face of that person was now clearly visible. He gave a signal to Nella by his hand to come and sit in the car. By which Nella again became furious.