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Eustace laid back on his seat in the car. He narrowed his eyes. A cold chill emanated from him. He was obviously upset.
Paul glanced at him, thinking aloud, “Dr. Zellweger seems pretty capable.”
She had not only attracted Eustace’s gaze but also lured in the smiley Max Pearson. She probably had a few tricks up her sleeve.
Eustace scoffed. He widened his eyes. His black irises showed no depth. “That’s stupidity. I told her that Max. doesn’t have good intentions, but she still insists on keeping in touch with him.”
“How do you know that it’s stupidity? What if he’s her type?” Paul asked. It made Eustace even more frustrated.
She told him just today that she didn’t like people named Quincey. After that, she grew closer to Max. Did she like people named after pears, then?
“Who knows, something might even happen between them tonight. You know of Max’s nature. He’s more than happy to replace you,” Paul said, then he shivered. He looked at the person next to him. Eustace was no different than an ice sculpture.
Did he really care that much? Paul was surprised.
“My people have already discovered some intel. They might find out who Dr. Zellweger’s husband is tonight.” He was very interested in this. Just what kind of man would be able to convince a woman like her to marry him?
However, Eustace didn’t seem to hear him. All he could think of was what Paul said, how something might happen between Max and Danika tonight.
“Stop the car!” he said suddenly.
The car stopped at once. Just as Paul was about to ask why, he heard Eustace saying, “Get yourself a cab.”
Paul was bewildered. “For real?” He couldn’t believe that Eustace was going to ditch him by the road.
“There’s an emergency,” Eustace said.
Paul rolled his eyes. “Haha. You’re going to see Little Miss Danika, aren’t you?”
Was that an emergency?
Wasn’t he just afraid of what might happen between the two of them?
Eustace glared at him, his eyes icy. His demeanor was threatening.
Paul raised his hands in surrender. “I’m going. I’m going. Is that alright now?”
He opened the door and got out of the car. “You’re much better than Pearson. Don’t lose to him, alright?”
“Start the car!” Eustace said, ignoring him.
Paul stared at the car and shook his head, sighing. “He picks hoes before bros.”
He hailed a cab and was about to get in when someone else got in first. “Please drive, sir. It’s an emergency.”
Paul was stunned. Another emergency?
Eustace was like a brother to him. Did this woman know him? Is that why she was stealing Paul’s cab?
Stephanie looked at Paul, who was standing outside the car. She looked apologetic. “I’m sorry, sir. It really is an emergency. Can you hail another cab? I’ll give you the money for it.”
Stephanie took a hundred-dollar bill from her purse and handed it over. “Here. Keep the change.”
Then, she closed the door and urged the driver to drive.
Quickly, the cab drove on the road. Paul stared at the money in his hands, deep in thought.
Did he look broke?
What an interesting night this was.
He didn’t hail another cab. Instead he called his assistant and had him arrange for a driver to pick him up. Then, he said, “Investigate someone for me.”
Anyone stealing his cab surely had a death wish.
Stephanie had no idea that by getting into someone else’s cab, she had invoked the wrath of a man who would never let it go.
Max dropped Danika off in front of Perry Residence. Jokingly, he asked, “Aren’t you going to let me in?”
“Probably not,” she refused. “It’s late. You should get some rest, Mr. Pearson.”
“Max,” he reminded her.
“Max.” She didn’t argue. She didn’t care what she called him. It didn’t matter, anyway.
Max nodded in satisfaction and opened his door. “Go home, then. You should rest, too.”
Danika got out quickly and walked into the condominium, disappearing from his sight.
Max was in no hurry to leave, leaning against his car and lighting a cigarette. He raised his wrist to look at the time and smirked. “He’s probably coming soon.”
Right as he said that, a car sped over. It was the same black car that he had seen before.
His smirk grew wider. “He’s fast.”
The car stopped in front of him. Eustace stepped out with a dark look on his face. “Are you done?”
“What do you mean, Mr. Quincey? I don’t understand,” Max said. He looked extremely punchable to Eustace.
“Is that so?” Eustace smiled. “It seems that the Pearsons have no more desire to live.”
Max’s expression darkened. He was no longer smiling. “Are you waging war?”
“Isn’t this what you want?” Eustace asked.
“Yeah.” Max nodded, unusually grim.
All these years, Eustace had never treated him like someone significant. He aggravated him plenty of times, but Eustace simply thought of him as a joke.
Now, he could finally see him eye to eye.
He was satisfied with this. He smoked the rest of his cigarette. “I’ll be waiting.”
He opened his car door and prepared to leave, but then he said teasingly, “Oh yeah. Danika said she wasn’t interested in you. You shouldn’t go knocking on her door, Mr. Quincey.”
Danika? How personal.