Chapter 21 A Lamborghini
J turned in the direction of the voice and found a white BMW parked at the curb not far away.
Wearing cat-eye sunsses and a figure-hugging strapless dress, Jocelyn sat in the car next to
Steve.
She took off her sunsses now, and smacked the gum she was chewing as she eyed J and
Ethan. "What, do you want a ride or something?" Jocelyn drawled. "I suppose that''s fine, but make
sure you wipe your shoes before you get in, or you''re going to dirty my babe''s new car."
J took out her phone and wordlessly rounded the car to take photos of its license te. When
she straightened, she pointed at the road sign just up ahead. "Didn''t you see that you''re not allowed
to park here? If you don''t move right away, I''ll report you to the traffic enforcers."
Steve''s ears burned with shame. He didn''t want to irritate J with Jocelyn and had wanted to
drive away immediately, but Jocelyn had stopped him.
Jocelyn crossed her arms over her chest and scoffed. "Go ahead, then. We can pay the fine, no
matter how much it is. I''m not like you, who probably can''t even afford to take a taxi. For all I know,
you must be out here begging for alms, aren''t you? Like some piss-poor vagrant. Oh, wait. Now that
I think about it, our dog does the same."
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Jocelyn''s harsh words cut deep into J''s skin. She gritted her teeth and looked at her feet to
keep herself from spouting bitter curses at the woman.
J had worked hard to build herself up over time, yet her morale seemed to have crumbled in the
blink of an eye. She felt as though she had regressed back to her younger, helpless self.
J clenched her fists so hard that her nails almost cut into her palm.
It was all she could do to keep her tears at bay.
She couldn''t let anyone see her cry.
All of a sudden, Ethan pulled her back and took her in his arms.
Her forehead was then pressed against his broad, warm chest.
Just then, a Lamborghini sped toward them, its engine roaring in the otherwise serene highway. It
screeched to a halt just a few feet behind the BMW.
"Whose car is this?" Jocelyn''s boyfriend eximed. "It''s a limited edition model!" Even Steve
couldn''t help but raise his eyebrows, thinking that the car was owned by some rich young master
who wanted to show off his wealth as well as pick up girls.
Jocelyn craned her neck and stared at the Lamborghini in a simrly covetous fashion. Very few
people in the city—no, in the whole country—could afford this luxury car. The BMW was nothing
compared to this sleek Lamborghini. The driver of the Lamborghini got out of said car, walked past
the BMW, and stopped in front of Ethan. He gave a small bow and spoke in a respectful voice. "I
apologize for keeping you waiting, sir. Please get in the car."
Jocelyn and her boyfriend were stunned speechless.
That punk actually owned the Lamborghini?
But how was that even possible?
Ethan nodded at the driver and squeezed J''s shoulder. "Let''s go home," he said softly.
Jocelyn red at the scene unfolding in front of her, her nostrils red in anger.
Just what kind of man had J married?
J had been burrowing in Ethan''s arms all this time. When she finally looked up and spotted the
Lamborghini, she froze and gaped. "Ethan..."
Her unblinking eyes never left the Lamborghini.
Ethan was unfazed. He gently ushered J into the backseat of the car.
They drove off without another word to Jocelyn and her beau.
When J was looking away, Steve stole a nce at her and couldn''t help but feel sad.
He didn''t care about whoever J had married, but he did regret losing her to his stupidity and
immaturity.
Jocelyn noticed the tenderness on Steve''s face as he looked at J and gritted her teeth in anger.
The reason why she had tried to seduce Steve in the first ce was because she wanted to take
something away from J. In truth, she didn''t give a damn about Steve. But it looked like J
didn''t care about her supposed "loss" at all. Plus, Steve seemed reluctant to leave J, too. So
why would Jocelyn want to keep a man who loved someone else? It''d only make her feel bad in the
long run.
Steve''s status was good, but it wasn''t enough to satisfy her. After all, her ultimate goal was to marry
into a rich and powerful family that controlled the city, such as the Lester family. It went without
saying that she needed to marry a man richer and more powerful than Steve.
So she wrinkled her nose at Steve in disgust and said, "Let''s break up."
Steve looked at her nkly and didn''t respond at first.
But this only served to annoy Jocelyn even more. She raised her voice and said, "Steve! I said I
want to break up with you!"
This pulled Steve back to his senses and his jaw dropped in shock. "Didn''t you say you were
pregnant?"
Steve''sbined obsession with J and his indifference towards Jocelyn when she brought up
the topic of breakup made her angry beyond belief.
"That was because I didn''t want to marry the illegitimate son of the Lester family, you idiot! I lied to
you! I''m not pregnant, okay?"
Steve felt a wave of relief. His expression immediately rxed, as though he had been granted
amnesty. "Okay, then let''s break up. You can get out of the car now."
Steve''s reaction made Jocelyn even more furious. "Why the hell would I do that?"
Steve smiled coldly and opened the door for her.
"We''re broken up. And this is my car. So get out." Jocelyn''s face contorted with anger, but she had
no choice but to obey. As soon as she stepped out, Steve mmed the door in her face and
zoomed away, as though he was escaping from her evil clutches.
In his haste to get away, the car ran through a puddle, sshing dirty water on Jocelyn''s feet.
Gritting her teeth, she was so angry that she nearly screamed expletives into the sky.
Why? Why the hell couldn''t shepete with J?
She just couldn''t understand.
Meanwhile, J was sitting on the luxurious andfortable backseat of the Lamborghini.
It wasn''t until they had driven some distance that J finally shook herself out of her daze. She
whirled at the man beside her, looking confused and mad, and perhaps a little scared. "Ethan! What
the hell is going on?"