Chapter 3

"Thanks!" Eva hurriedly said as she wanted to get off the taxi to find Max.

The driver immediately called out to her, "Hey, hey! You haven't paid yet!"

Eva paused, realizing she had forgotten about that, and asked, "How much?"

She rummaged through her bag but then realized that she had just returned and only had British pounds, no US dollars.

"$48," the driver said, his gaze shifting towards her chest as she bent down to search.

Oh, I forgot to mention, Eva was originally wearing a jacket, but after returning to the country, she found the weather to be very hot, so she took it off.

And... despite being only sixteen, she had a slightly fuller bust compared to other girls.

Eva couldn't find any US dollars, let alone $48. She awkwardly looked at the driver and said, "Um... do you accept British pounds? I just returned to the country and haven't exchanged any US dollars, so I only have pounds."

The driver's face darkened as he refused, "No, I only want US dollars. Give them to me quickly."

"But I don't have any US dollars. What do you expect me to do?" Eva had a sudden idea and tried to please the driver with a smile, saying, "How about this? I'll go inside and ask my friend for money to give to you. Is that okay?"

The driver sneered, "No way! Who knows if you'll even come out after going in."

Eva was also troubled. "Then what should I do? I really don't have any US dollars."

This option didn't work, and neither did that one. She was truly out of ideas.

"Oh, wait a moment. Let me call my friend and ask him to bring me some money. That should work, right?" Eva thought to herself how clever she was and quickly dialed Max's number.

However, that jerk didn't answer!

Eva became angry, her delicate face darkening, and she called again, but still no answer.

"Damn it! Stupid Max, remember this!" She was so angry that she almost wanted to smash her phone.

She had thought about using her phone as collateral, but then she realized that if she couldn't find Max inside, what would she do? She still needed her phone, so she couldn't give it to the driver.

Eva looked at the driver and tried to act cute, blinking her eyes. "Uncle Driver, can you please make an exception? I'm really not a bad person. I just returned from the UK, so I don't have any US dollars on me. That's the truth. I came to the bar to find my friend, and once I find him, I'll give you the money. Otherwise, would you accompany me inside?"

"No way! I won't waste my time with you. Give me the fare quickly; I still have business to attend to," the driver shouted without any mercy.

Eva didn't know what to do anymore.

At this moment, the driver's gaze lewdly shifted towards her chest, and he suddenly lowered his voice, saying, "However, there is another way you can pay for the fare."

"What way? My phone won't work; I need it to contact my friend," Eva said, and besides, her phone was the latest model and worth thousands of dollars. There was no way she would use it to pay for the fare.

"No, not that... Let me touch your chest," the driver finally revealed his intentions.

Only now did Eva realize that this middle-aged man, in his thirties or forties, had been leering at her chest the whole time.

Anger surged within her. "You disgusting creep!"