What Are You Wearing?

When Lina walked outside, she noticed a car was already parked outside for her. 

"Young Miss," the chauffeur politely greeted, taking off his black cap and bowing at the sight of the esteemed woman.

"Thank you," Lina gratefully said when he opened the door for her and she got in.

The chauffeur was touched by her words, but dared to not voice it. In this entire house, only she would thank him for his services.

"Where shall we go?" the chauffeur asked as he slipped on his seatbelt.

The nearest neighbor was at least a mile away. This huge acre of land was owned by the Yang family. It took at least five minutes to drive up the long path leading to this mansion.

"Drop me off at the main street," Lina instructed the chauffeur who nodded and shut the door behind him. 

A few minutes later, the car came to a smooth stop at the busy main streets. Because it was the weekend and lunchtime, there were many cars on the road. 

Pedestrians would pause and admire the luxurious car, wondering who came out of such an affluent neighborhood that was always heavily guarded by armed security.

"To a more private area," Lina instructed the driver, worried that someone might recognize her here. She had kept a low profile at school and rarely mentioned her surname unless needed to.

The entire country recognized the Yang clan. Anyone with this surname was instantly associated with the infamous Yang Enterprise, who was effortlessly one of the wealthiest companies around the world. Their lineage went as far back as the Imperial Era and they were blue-blooded old-money. 

Lina didn't want to be harassed in the university, thus, took on the persona of a normal law-abiding citizen. 

"We've arrived, Young Miss," the driver said whilst quickly jogging to open the car door. He was careful of the way he treated her, for everyone knew Linden Yang favored his youngest daughter. Even though Linden virtually held no power, he was still the son of the great Lawrence Yang.

"Thank you," Lina gratefully said, slipping out of the car and onto the less busy streets. Her phone beeped again.

[Isabelle: Are you on your way yet? I've just arrived and am waiting for you outside~ What are you wearing? ;)]

Lina lightly laughed under her breath. Why did that last line seem so perverted? She hailed down a taxi whilst typing out her reply. A car stopped on the sidewalk. Without glancing up, she slid into the taxi. 

[Lina: I'm on my way.]

[Isabelle: You're no fun~ Tell me what you're wearing.]

Lina chuckled. She gave the driver the name of the mall, which was extremely popular in the area and often had the highest profit. 

Of course, Yang Enterprise owned a pretty share of the mall, which made her more relaxed in coming here. And unfortunately, so did DeHaven Conglomerate…

"We're here, young lady," the taxi driver told her.

Lina let out a sigh of relief and used her phone to pay the driver.

"Your card has been declined," the taxi driver said to her, turning around to frown at her. He eyed her up and down, noting she wore a clean-cut outfit. By her youth, he could tell she was just a poor college student barely surviving off of ramen.

"Really?" Lina asked. This was her debit card. How could it be declined? She was certain that it had enough money for her to retire the minute she was born!

"Let me try again," Lina said, showing the phone to the taxi driver's scanner.

Beep!

"Declined again," the taxi driver sneered. He was growing impatient, for it was prime-time right now. He couldn't afford to waste his precious mileage over her.

"I'm sorry, let me just call my bank right now," Lina said. She took her phone back, but the taxi driver grabbed her wrist.

"Look," the taxi driver said, licking his lips and taking a glance at her bodyline. His gaze lingered on her supple breasts, breedable hips, and innocent expression. Just his type.

"How about we head to the parking lot, so that we don't block the traffic? Then, we can discuss a means of proper payment," the taxi driver slowly said, testing the waters. "Maybe we'll even talk about a discount."

"There won't be a signal in the parking lot for me to call the bank," Lina responded. She knew what he wanted, but also didn't want to aggravate this potential assaulter.

"It'll be a quick call," Lina insisted, yanking her wrist back. 

Lina began to dial her credit card company's number when she heard the click of the doors locking. Immediately, her spine went rigid and she lifted her head.

"Sir, this is not the brightest idea," Lina told him. "As we speak, there are at least two cars filled with armed men guarding me from the distance. All I have to do is scream and you'll be shot dead."

Lina was not a fool. She knew her father sent men to trail her. She had been watching the windows and knew which cars were following her from the very beginning. 

"Hah, with your debit card being declined, you really expect me to believe you're some hot shot's daughter?" The taxi driver spat out, turning in his seat.

Lina took a good look at the equipment in the car. Suddenly, she realized this was an illegal taxi, the ones that were unmarked by legitimate companies. It wasn't visible at first, but she realized he didn't even have his identification sticker on the windshield window.

"And how do you plan on screaming?" The taxi driver asked, rolling up the window before she could even do anything. "When the windows are soundproof."

Lina opened her mouth and glanced out the window for the first time since she got into the car. It was heavily tinted. Meaning even if she tried to wave her hand, it would be useless.

"You're right, I don't need to scream," Lina mused. "The fact that I've been sitting in this car for a while is enough of a panic sign."

"Hah, you think I'd believing the bluffing of a broke college student—"

Lina laughed, her eyes flashing with warning. "Do you really want to do this the hard way? When my men approach, going to jail would be the least of your worries. Making it out alive would be your top priority."