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    The moment Rachel saw Brian, her first instinct was to turn around and leave. They had already parted ways, so running into each other now only made things ufortable. Plus, this wasn’t the right time for them to be meeting.


    “Is something wrong?” Sabrina asked when she saw Rachel suddenly stop.


    Rachel got straight to the point.


    “Did you invite anyone else besides me?”


    Sabrina followed Rachel’s gaze and spotted Brian.


    “Oh, you mean Brian? Mr. Riley said he’s your colleague and already knows everything. He could really help us with this.”


    Rachel was at a loss for words.


    Colleague? Seriously? Brian sure knew how to put on a convincing act. Tricking an internwyer like that—did he not feel guilty at all?


    Once Rachel’s statement was taken, Sabrina promised to fight for justice.


    When everything was done, Brian offered to drive Rachel home. And she refused without hesitation.


    “No need.”


    As expected, his expression darkened.


    Rachel had originally intended to take a taxi home, but with rush hour in full swing, the wait time was at least twenty minutes. Rather than stand around, she opted for the subway instead.


    She had only taken a few steps toward the station when a car horn sounded nearby.


    Instinctively, she turned her head—only to see Brian’s car rolling up beside her.


    “Get in. I’ll drive you home,” he ordered, rolling down the window.


    “There’s a subway station just ahead. I can handle it myself, so there’s no need to bother you.”


    “And what if I insist?” he countered smoothly, keeping his car moving at her pace.


    If she walked faster, he sped up. If she slowed down, then so did he. No matter what she did, he stayed perfectly in sync with her.


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    Brian’s leisurely pace quickly drew the irritation of the drivers behind him. One honk turned into another, and soon, a chorus of ring horns filled the street, each one an unmistakable expression of mounting frustration.


    “If you don’t speed up, someone’s going toe over and punch you,” Rachel warned casually.


    “I’ll drive off the moment you get in,” Brian shot back.


    Rachel didn’t feel like talking to him. If he didn’t care about the consequences, why should she?


    As expected, when they stopped at a red light, some drivers behind them lost their patience.


    A big man with a thick beard marched over and yelled at Brian through the window, “Are you nuts? You’re blocking traffic! What’s wrong with you? Get moving!”


    The man looked tough, but Brian stayed surprisingly calm.


    “Tell me your bank ount,” Brian suddenly said.


    The man was stunned for a moment, then scoffed. “You’re actually crazy.”


    He nced at Brian’s expensive car, finding it hard to believe. A guy driving such a fancy car acting like this? What a shame.


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