Chapter 22: 022. Special Way of Offering Telephone Number Chapter 22: 022. Special Way of Offering Telephone Number Editor: Henyee Translations The driver, seeing her genuine apology, didn’t hold it against her too much. Elly Campbell handed him a piece of paper with her cell phone number written on it. “I’m really sorry. I’m in a hurry to get my son to school. Call me when the car is fixed, and I’ll make sure to compensate you at market value.”

The chauffeur glanced at the number, then back at her, his expression hesitant. Elly noticed the uncertainty in his eyes.

“I’m a doctor at First Hospital, my name is Elly Campbell. If you can’t reach me by phone, feel free to come to the hospital and ask for me.”

The driver, believing the sincerity in her face, felt reassured she wouldn’t deceive him. After silently noting down her license plate number, he finally spoke. “Alright, our boss is in a hurry too, so let’s not waste any more time.”

“Thank you for your understanding.”

Elly Campbell thanked the chauffeur and quickly turned to walk back to her car.

In the backseat of the Maybach, the man had grown impatient from the recent collision. The chauffeur had stepped out to handle the situation, but he hadn’t bothered asking about it. His deep eyes remained focused on the tablet in his hands, silently working through whatever was on the screen.

When he finished with his task, he casually glanced up and out the window. His gaze caught a familiar face—one he recognized, yet it felt strangely distant.

“Elly Campbell!”

Campbell was about to open her car door and get in, she heard that

next to the car. His long arm rested casually on the door of the Maybach, his brow slightly furrowed as he studied

luck with Adam Jones ran so deep, that she’d end up

Wait, her son?

thought of her son still sitting in the car. A wave of panic washed over her, fear rising that Adam

door and moved to position herself, subtly blocking

run into

lips—one that was hard to read. “It seems you really

car caused by her vehicle, and

There’s no question of hate. If I truly hated you, I’d hit

Adam Jones, “…”

The driver, “…”

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