The driver was scared shitless. He could feel the cold metal against his skin. He didn't dare to move an inch.
"I'll forfeit the payment! It's not worth getting killed over 20 bucks. Just go. Don't do anything stupid. If it's money you want, I'll give you some!"
Tessa let out an evil grin and took out a wad of cash from her wallet. "Did you think I didn't have any money? I was just using you as practice, you fucking loser." With that, she opened the door and walked off.
The driver stared at her, mumbling, "What a crazy bitch. Refusing to pay even though she had the money. Karma will get to her one day!" He cursed inwardly and left.
Tessa walked toward the Evans residence. She was more confident now after her little training session. She was even more sure of the plan that she had in mind now.
Meanwhile, at Wealthwave Group, a car stopped at the company's entrance. Matthew got out of the car and walked toward the building.
Sara jumped down and hurried after him. "Let's exchange numbers, Mr. Grant. That way, you'll be able to call me when you need me."
Matthew stopped. "Alright. Here it is. You may send me a call."
Tracy's gaze darted back and forth between the two of them. Sara was really Matthew's driver. On top of that, she wanted to keep being his driver. Tracy was perplexed.
When Matthew walked into the building, Tracy came to her senses and chased after him. They went into the elevator together. Then, she realized that Matthew had pressed the button that would lead them to the staff room.
"Are you going to the highest floor?"
"I want to sleep," Matthew said expressionlessly.
Tracy pointed up. "But you can sleep in the president's office. There's a staff room in there."
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