My Fair Stunner

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. At last, 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, Rebecca was still dizzy, struggling between the triple wage and the driving fee of 800 dollars

when there was a knock on the window.

Rebecca 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?"

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

heard of a driving fee of 800 dollars?"

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

Rebecca blinked in amazement. "Re...Really? But I spent 40 dollars last time."

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

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

be fooled that easily.

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

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

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

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

Abbot was confused.

Rebecca 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 dollars."

Rebecca 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," Rebecca said seriously.

"35 dollars," Abbot said.

"Can you give me a daytime price?"

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

Rebecca licked her lip and answered, "10 dollars 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 dollars an hour. What do you say?"

Abbot was speechless.

The two of them fell into silence.

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

tonight. 35 dollars means nothing to you."

"No." Rebecca shook her head.

Before Abbot continued to convince her, Rebecca added, "35 dollars 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 Rebecca 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 explained 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 Rebecca who was sleepy with her head on the window

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Rebecca sat up straight with a start.

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

"OK." Rebecca 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, Rebecca didn't feel the pain. She opened the door and staggered out of the car.

Subconsciously, Abbot reached out to steady her.

Rebecca 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?"

Rebecca 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."