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Just before she could open her mouth arrogantly, the driver next to her spoke up eagerly and poured out his words in a rush. “Hello, I'm a taxi driver, my car's engine is bad, I can't start the car, this girl’s ride is delayed, please do me a favour and take her to her destination, it's the middle of the night, and she needs to get home, safely. I'll pay for her car fare however much it is! Please help!" Gianna tugged at the corner of his mouth. There's a sense that the veil has been ripped off. Declan, who was driving, let out a laugh.

" His partner scowled in defiance but still dropped the binoculars. The driver parked the car a little far from where the Ford car was parked as they watched the two women alight from the car. "Are we getting down too?" His partner asked as he tried to open the door. The driver pulled him back so hard. "You know, I never asked for a companion. Even when the boss said I needed to have one, I was hoping it'd be Drake. Not, Gayle, the dumbest on the team." "Don't you dare call me dumb?" Gayle jabbed a finger in his direction, a dangerous glint in his eyes. The driver gave a humorous laugh. "Or what?" He said. "What exactly are you going to do about

Gia's heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively clutched her chest. The driver's expression darkened, and he furrowed his brows. He shouted, "Pay up!" Gia quickly scanned the QR code and paid the fare. As she stepped out of the car, the driver muttered to himself while glancing at his phone, "Damn it, picked up a crazy person... Thinks she's a flight attendant? Clearly more of a disaster!" Gia stood in confusion for quite some time under the scorching sun, looking at the navigation on her phone. This was undoubtedly the address Abigail had sent her, but it was clearly a construction site! Where was the banquet hall?

As the neon lights of the city flickered in the rearview mirror, taxi driver Jack cracked his knuckles and lit up a cigarette. It was another long night on the job, ferrying drunks, club hoppers, and the occasional fare too scared to hail a ride alone. Little did he know, his next customer would be his lucky charm.

I gasped when he suddenly pulled my arm and let me out of the car. What's wrong with this gay man?! He made me sit here and then dragged me out? Do you have a brain, Ken?' "Not there!" "You told me to sit here, didn't you?!" I asked with a frown. "What I mean is you're on the other side. Hmm, what's that called?" I know, why are you asking me, you're stupid! "Ah, as long as you're there next to me, you don't know how to express yourself, so you can't be in the driver's seat!" Why did anyone say I know how to show off? There is nothing. You're also a mess talking to hubby.

“You can’t do that, miss. Pay now if you don’t want to get hurt.” “I really don’t have any money.” “Miss, I don’t have time to fool around with you.” The taxi driver and I looked outside when a car honked. It was a blue Ferrari. The driver gets off that Ferrari. It was a young man wearing a tuxedo, high in height, with low black hair. The roundness of his eyes is just right and the way he walks for like he is on a runaway. The man went to the opposite driver’s window and the driver immediately opened the window.

The man was confused that someone had stolen his cab. "HEY... WHY SHOULD YOU ROB ME? I CAN ESCORT YOU!" shouted the taxi driver. James' eyes were burning with anger when the taxi pulled into the basement parking of their apartment. He came out and beat some Yakuzas fighting with Bryan and Aidan, who were half-battered.

said the taxi driver casually. Greta and the man we're both silent which meant they agreed. "Take me first," said the man angrily. "Of course, you were the first to get into the taxi," said the driver easily. "Destination?" the taxi driver asked them both. "72 Eagle street," Greta and the arrogant man replied together. The taxi driver who was a middle aged man laughed out loud alone as if something funny had happened. "Look! you have nothing to argue about! your destinations are the same, write down today's date maybe you will remember today as the day you first met........

Gary stammered because he wanted the driver to leave immediately so as not to see when the staff would fumigate the car because he knew he was going to be in further trouble if the driver realized they had sprayed the car with an aphrodisiac. As soon as the driver left, the staff cleared the air in the car at once in order to take Mr. Gary’s daughter to the hotel. By the time the two men entered the car, they saw the weak lady and wondered who must have raped who as her body was full of hickeys and her clothes were rough and torn but they continued their job of evacuating the car. Mr. Gary looked at the distressing scene and puffed out his wrath at the driver "Bastard! He got my money and le