Chapter 381 You Are Not Yourself


    Chapter 382 You Are Not Yourself


    Abbot thought for a while and typed a few words but soon deleted them.


    Then he typed a few words again but deleted them again.


    He typed words and deleted them again and again. Atst, he replied to Matthew with an emoticon. A


    simple emoticon with two words, "screw you".


    He put his cellphone into his pocket and walked to the car with its bright light on.


    In the car, Reba was still dizzy, struggling between the triple wage and the driving fee of 800 dors


    when there was a knock on the window.


    Reba turned her head and rolled down the window. "Mr. Carter?"


    Abbot pretended to be calm and took a look at his watch. "My assistant is arriving soon. When will your


    driver be here?"


    Reba stuck her head out of the window and said, squinting her eyes, "Mr. Carter, have you ever


    heard of a driving fee of 800 dors?"


    "Yes. That''s a normal price nowadays."


    Reba blinked in amazement. "Re...Really? But I spent 40 dorsst time."


    "Probably they were having a promotion," Abbot said.


    "M...Maybe they were." Reba couldn''t argue under the influence of alcohol. Normally, she wouldn''t


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    be fooled that easily.


    Abbot didn''t continue the topic. "Do you need me to drive you home?"


    Reba put her hand on the window with her chin on her forearm. "How much is it?"


    Abbot''s eyes fell on Reba''s rosy lips, and his heart beat fast. He looked away quickly. "It''s free."


    On hearing that, Reba shook her head. "Forget it."


    Abbot was confused.


    Reba burped and mumbled, "I''m not very good with you. I don''t want to owe you. As the saying


    goes, a gentleman makes money in a right way."


    With that, she took her cellphone and waved it at Abbot. "How much is it? I''ll transfer the money to


    you."


    Abbot thought for a while and said, "40 dors."


    Reba looked up at him. "Come on. We''re acquaintances. Can you give me a discount?"


    Abbot was amused. "Didn''t you say you''re not good with me?


    "But at least we''re not strangers," Reba said seriously.


    "35 dors," Abbot said.


    "Can you give me a daytime price?"


    "How much is the daytime price?" Abbot asked, raising an eyebrow.


    Reba licked her lip and answered, "10 dors an hour. One hour is enough time to go to my house


    from here. For the sake of Faye and Colin, I will offer you 20 dors an hour. What do you say?"


    Abbot was speechless.


    The two of them fell into silence.


    A few secondster, Abbot rested his hand on the car and insisted, "Ms. ck, you got a big order


    tonight. 35 dors means nothing to you."


    "No." Reba shook her head.


    Before Abbot continued to convince her, Reba added, "35 dors means a lot to me. A lot!"


    Abbot choked his words.


    Just when Abbot was thinking about how to reply, his cellphone rang.


    He picked it up. "Mr. Carter, I''ve arrived at the parking lot of Marriott," his assistant said on the phone.


    "Come in. I''m standing in front of a white BMW x5."


    "Got it, Mr. Carter."


    Abbot hung up the phone.


    Soon, his assistant ran over to him.


    Abbot turned to look at his assistant who was in his suit with his hair carefully gelled, which reminded


    Abbot of the man who had just talked with Reba at the gate.


    "Why are you dressed like that? Do you have a date tonight?" Abbot said with a scowl.


    "Mr. Carter, but this is the way I''ve been dressed," the assistant exined in a low voice.


    "Get a new style tomorrow," Abbot said.


    "Which style?" the assistant asked.


    "Don''t ask me. How do I know that?"


    The assistant remained silent.


    After scolding his assistant, Abbot turned to Reba who was sleepy with her head on the window


    ledge and then flicked her head with a finger.


    Reba sat up straight with a start.


    "20 dors. Is that okay?" Abbot said.


    "OK." Reba rubbed her forehead, in the middle of which was a red print.


    Abbot squinted down at the red print and frowned, wondering, "It''s turning red. But I just gave her a


    light flick."


    In her drunken mind, Reba didn''t feel the pain. She opened the door and staggered out of the car.


    Subconsciously, Abbot reached out to steady her.


    Reba looked up at him, smiled broadly, and crooked her finger at him. When Abbot lowered his


    head, she whispered, "Abbot, you are not yourself today."


    Abbot pretended to be calm and said, "Why do you say that?"


    Reba rose on her toes and whispered in his ear, "Aren''t you aware of it? You''re looking at me like


    I''m your love."