Just look at Cameron''s fresh face, the diver could tell that he had never had a rough day in his tile.


    He thought, Shouldn''t someone like him be scared out of his wits, bawling and begging for mercy after hearing those words? Why is he


    Instead?


    Seeing the driver just ring at her in silence, Cameron frowned and repeated, "I''m asking you, Who sent you?"


    Only then did the driver snap out of it. He tugged at his ck mask and pulled his cap down lower, trying to hide his facepletely


    This way, Cameron wouldn''t remember what he looked like ande after him for revengeter.


    He said, "Kid, who sent me doesn''t matter. What matters is, someone paid a lot of money to deal with you."


    He paused, then added, "Don''t take it personally, I''m just doing this for cash. It''s not against you?


    "Nothing against me?" Cameron smirked. "Alright, since you''re being so considerate, I won''t do anything to you. Just tell me who hired you, and we''re good."


    She''d pissed off so many people that, for a moment, Cameron couldn''t even figure out who wanted payback this time.


    The driver got annoyed. "Are you deal? I said you don''t need to know who it is."


    He then reached over and locked the doors.


    He wondered, ''We''ll handle things right here in the car if we do it outside, someone might see us, and that''d be a pain."


    He pulled out the tools he''d stashed ahead of time from the glovepartment- fruit knife and a hammer.


    With the knife in one hand and the hammer in the other, he turned to Cameron. "Want me to chop off your hand first, or smash your leg?"


    Cameron just let out a soft chuckle.


    The driver frowned. "What''s so funny?"


    Cameron wiped the smile off her face and suggested, "Why not both at once?"


    The driver thought, ''Both at once? How would that even work?"


    While the driver was still in shock, the fruit knife shed, and it suddenly ended up in Cameron''s hand.


    The driver was stunned. ''How did the knife in my hand end up with that kid? What the hell just happened?


    Cameron twirled the knife in her hand. "Should I mess up your face first, or go for your eyes?"


    The driver froze. He instantly flew i


    y into a rage, swinging the hammer at Cameron''s head. He roared, "You must be looking for death"


    "A brat like him even dares to act tough with


    h me thought the driver


    But Cameron just slipped aside, and the man''s attack hit nothing but air.


    The driver thought, ''This kid''s actually pretty quick."


    Just as


    as the driver was about to go in for another swing, Cameron''s fingers closed around his wrist. Pain shed across his face as Cam hammer right out of his hand.


    Before the driver could even react, the knife was already pressed against his throat.


    atched the


    If he dared to struggle, the de would slice his neck open in


    The driver was so scared that he didn''t even dare to breathe Cold sweat poured


    down his forefinad nonstop.


    "Hey, man, rx." The driver bistantly backed down.


    Cameron said, "I am rxed,"


    The driver didn''t dare move but only theaked a nce at Cameron. “Look, I''m just


    here for the morley. Don''t take it out on me, alright?"


    Cameron gave a hall smile. “So, who should I take it out on?"


    The driver said, "My boss is someone surnamed Young. Think about IL Did you ever cross them?"


    "Oh, Young, huh. Cameron nodded, understanding


    She thought, ''So kicking Skyler out of Langford Academy wasn''t the end of it after


    all. They must still be holding a grudge because I made them lose their deal with the Moore family."