My Reborn Story Is Insane (Back to My Worst Birthday and Starting Anew)

Chapter 204 Hold on Tight

As Charmaine had said–there was no need.

Rex narrowed his eyes. “That Nelson kid–is he just a distraction, sent to deceive you?”

“If it were anyone else in the Nelson family, maybe. But Milo… he doesn’t have the brains for that.”

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“True, Rex agreed. Then something else occurred to him. “But speaking of which, why did Milo just now. say that Emyr was the one who told you about Bennett Boss, do you actually know someone from the Crosses?

Charmaine instinctively straightened up. “No idea. He’s just talking nonsense.

Rex scratched his head, feeling like something didn’t quite add up. “Really?”

Charmaine kept her eyes on her phone, feigning ignorance.

Rex had been pestering her the whole way, trying to convince her to let him drop her off at her place–just an excuse to figure out where she lived.

She refused outright, insisting he let her out on the side of the road.

Rex didn’t dare disobey, though he looked as dejected as a puppy abandoned by its owner.

Charmaine watched the Rolls–Royce drive away, then pulled up a ride–hailing app on her phone.

Just as she absentmindedly glanced up, she caught sight of a familiar figure lurking at the street corner.

Rer is back!

She sighed and pressed a hand to her forehead.

Seriously? This guy just won’t give up?

ride request and

young female college student in a courier uniform pulled up beside her on a small electric scooter, checking the order details. “Hi, are you the one sending something to Eastlake?”

“That’s me.

are you

“Myself

“Huh?”

one leg over the scooter, and

“Wait, wha–AHHHH!

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shrieked in terror, instinctively wrapping her arms around Charmaine’s waist.

far behind, Rex jumped out from his hiding spot, eyes wide. “No way! Boss

at his driver. “Follow that

the scooter’s speed to its limit, weaving

traffic.

abrupt stop. Almost immediately, a group of motorcyclists in sleek riding gear rolled

from the ride, finally gathered her wits. Hearing

little scooter can be just as

made them

fast can that thing even go? Eighteen miles per hour?

face turned red. “It’s still

the red light began its countdown, Charmaine leaned in slightly and murmured,

courier girl instinctively tightened her

green, Charmaine twisted the throttle to full power. The scooter shot off the mark like a bullet.

were stunned for a split second before scrambling to catch up. Rex’s Rolls–Royce was

effortlessly weaved through traffic, widening the gap between them. Charmaine seized a fleeting opportunity at the next intersection–just as the light was about to turn red, she sped through at the last

the time the motorcyclists reached the intersection she