Chapter 626: The Peculiar Female Driver

Today, Benson had some errands to run, so Cheyenne didn't have anyone to serve as her free driver. She had to tidy up and leave twenty minutes early instead. Onistead was always heavily congested, especially today with a medical convention taking place. She waved down a random blue taxi at the hotel entrance and got in.

"North gate of Central Square, thank you," she said.

The driver was a woman. She wore a short black down jacket paired with fitted blue jeans, and she had a matching duckbill cap on her head. The cap had a strong design with a few metal rings, giving it a cool and fashionable look. The brim was pressed low, covering most of her face.

With a voice full of authority, she said, "Sure, please fasten your seatbelt."

When Cheyenne got into the car earlier, she didn't pay much attention to the driver. But now, hearing her voice, she looked away from her phone screen. Cheyenne carefully observed the black curls of the driver's hair, noticing a hint of sky blue underneath.

Huh?

A wig?

Cheyenne's gaze was too sharp, causing the driver to cough uneasily and grip the steering wheel nervously with both hands. Speaking with a fluent Onistead accent, she intentionally struck up a conversation, "It's bustling at Central Square today. Are you going there for the festivities, Miss?"

Cheyenne put away her phone and casually responded, "Guess."

Awkwardness filled the air...

Spider didn't consider herself much of a conversationalist. She wouldn't have spoken if it weren't to divert the young lady's attention. "Uh... I can't guess!" she replied. Cheyenne smiled faintly as she looked outside the window, the hazy sky reflecting off her eyes. The scenery changed.

"If you can't guess, then don't bother. Just drive," she said.

After a while, Spider finally understood that she had been mocked by Cheyenne. She was told to mind her own business and focus on driving. Oh, it was so difficult!

but ever since they left the hotel, her instincts told her something was off. They were being followed. Those people were after the

followed for two streets and through three traffic lights without being able to shake them off. Spider had to be on high alert. While waiting for the traffic

Three.

Two.

One...

Green light!

on the accelerator and swerved past the car in front of her, moving to the left lane.

hit the brakes, causing his handsome face to slam

the taxi in front of

jealous

are you okay?" Jerome angrily pounded the steering wheel and pointed at the mark on his forehead, reprimanding, "Can't you see it? Look at my

Pfft!

couldn't hold back

now, and the logo of the luxury car only left a half-circle mark on his forehead. It looked like a moon. Despite being injured, his assistant showed no sympathy and was

his teeth and resorted to

"Deduct your salary!"

the issue of deducting the salary was mentioned,

squeezed

and said, "Ah! No,

not funny at all. Don't worry, you're still as beautifu

Once we reach Akloit,

your forehead

magazine cover won't

always strikes

away, a car behind him

the Samoyed in the backseat, and it went

and a thin line of blood emerged, with

"Oh..."

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