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Captivation: Want Nothing But You

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He responded by stepping hard on the brakes.

Squeak!

The asphalt was left with two long marks due to the hard braking.

The driver almost slammed his head on the steering wheel.

“You maniac! Are you blind? If you are tired of breathing, please go die alone!” The driver could only be so profane.

When she overheard the driver cursing, Rachel unbuckled her seat belt and told him, “I’m off here.”

Following that, she took out her wallet to make payment for the ride.

“Thank you,” she said and gave the driver sbucks.

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The driver cheerfully counted the money.

The money summed to five hundred dollars!

The driver was in awe.

That was his daily incas a cab driver!

While the driver didn’t anticipate having such a good night, he made five hundred dollars in just two trips along Southeast Avenue!

His anger that he almost got his car hit dissipated unknowingly due to the excitement.

He told her happily, “Miss, your ride was meant to end a short distance ahead.

Should I drop you off there?”

“No, please.

You just said that it’s just ahead.

I’ll get there myself.” Rachel rejected his offer and got out of the car.

Since she insisted, there was nothing else the driver could do.

On top of that, Rachel had made his night.

There was no way he could insist further.

“Watch yourself, miss,” he said

as he turned around and drove off.

Not far away, the driver happened to pass the car that had just braked in front of him.

The car cto a complete stop, and the passenger did not exit the vehicle.

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Because the windows were closed, it was impossible to see what was going on inside the car.

The driver tilted his head and stared at the car instinctively.

He grimaced in distaste and said in a murmur, “What a freak!”

He then sped away.

There were fewer automobiles on the road after half-past ten.

Furthermore, the Befamily’s property was among the villa cluster on Riverside Avenue, and there were fewer cars.

The silence here could relate to a graveyard.

Rachel remained motionless, her hands in her pockets, staring at the license plate of the black car not far away.

Shortly, the front door opened.

The driver then got out and approached Rachel.

She was a woman, and not a stranger one to her.