He furrowed his brows, got out of the car, and walked back. Surely, he couldn’t have hit soone, right? He was certain there was nobody behind him just now.
When he reached the back of the car and glanced over, his head suddenly started to ache.
It really was a woman, and not just any woman—it was a young lady, probably in her pri. She was stunning, with large, lively eyes gazing up at him as she lay there.
"Uncle, you hit with your car, and you’re not even going to apologize?"
Oliver Turner stepped closer and squatted next to her. "Are you alright?"
"I’m lying here like this—do I look alright to you?"
She stretched out her hand towards him. "Give a hand, will you?"
Oliver lowered his gaze to her outstretched hand and raised an eyebrow.
"What? You’re not going to help ? Fine, I’ll just keep lying here then.
Don’t you know how pricey staged accidents are these days?"
Oliver chuckled wryly, "So, are you admitting you’re staging an accident?"
The young lady sat up on her own, pouting with a frown. "You’re really sothing, Uncle.
Why would soone as perfectly fine as run behind your car just to stage an accident? Your imagination is impressive."
"Then why were you behind my car?"
Just as he finished speaking, the sound of hurried footsteps reached them from a distance.
The young lady turned her head toward the noise and saw a group of black-clad n running her way.
Her eyes widened in alarm. She scrambled to her feet and leapt into Oliver Turner’s car.
Oliver stood there, stunned for a mont, before she shouted, "Why are you standing there? Get in the car, quick!"
With a wicked smirk, he got into the car but made no move to start the engine.
"Drive, quickly!" the girl urged.
"I think I deserve an explanation for why you jumped into my car," he replied plainly.
She glanced back at the approaching n, who were now quite close.
Still, she didn’t seem overly panicked. "Look, first of all, you hit ! The least you can do is take to a hospital.
Secondly, while I wasn’t staging an accident, my waist really hurts, and I can barely walk.
You hit my waist, Uncle. Do you have any idea how important a woman’s waist is?"
"All I know is how important a man’s waist is," Oliver quipped.
The young lady’s face flushed. "Hey, Uncle, don’t be a perv! I’ll scream."
"Go ahead. Should I call those n over to help with the screaming?"
"No, no, no!" she replied hastily, pulling a long face. "Uncle, I’m just a pitiful young girl being hunted down. Even I feel sorry for myself. Can’t you show so compassion? Saving a life is more virtuous than building a seven-story pagoda."
"And if I don’t?"
She blinked in surprise, then fluttered her lashes with mock innocence. "You wouldn’t really leave a cute girl like behind to be fed to the wolves, would you? I still need to go to the hospital. So, what’s your decision?"
Oliver curved his lips into a smile and started the engine.
The black-clad n caught sight of the girl in the car and shouted as they gave chase.
"Drive faster! Shake them off!" the girl yelled.
Oliver didn’t respond, but he vaguely caught snippets of the n outside shouting "Miss!"
He shot her a sideways glance. Hmm, sure enough, she carried herself with a spoiled "heiress" flair.
After leaving the underground parking lot and driving two more intersections, Oliver pulled the car to the side of the road and looked at her. "You’re safe now. You can get out."
The young lady pouted. "Well... I don’t have a penny to my na. You wouldn’t..."
Without a word, Oliver pulled a card from his wallet and handed it to her. "For dical expenses. No PIN."
"Wow, so generous. Aren’t you worried I might be a scamr?"
"If you are, you’d single-handedly lower the intelligence quotient of the entire scamming industry."
She glowered in frustration. "Hey! Watch what you say."
"Get out of the car. I’m in a hurry."
"Give your business card. I’ll pay you back soday," she said, arching a brow.
Oliver crossed his arms and gave her a once-over. "No need."
"That won’t do. If you don’t give it to , I won’t get out." She crossed her arms too, showing she wouldn’t back down.
Oliver glanced at his watch, then, with a sigh, pulled out a business card and handed it to her.
She glanced at it and grinned. "Whoa! You’re the president of BlueHorizon Group? I’ve heard of you."
"Plenty of people have heard of ."
"Yeah, but how many dare to flirt with you like I did?"
She raised an eyebrow playfully. "The na’s Lily Snow."
"Get out," Oliver said curtly.
Lily leaned closer with a mischievous smile. "We’ll et again, Oliver Turner."
Just as he was about to repeat "Get out," she suddenly leaned in and planted a kiss on his cheek.
She hopped out of the car, turned back to him, and said, "Since you’ve got so much money, I’ll keep the card. That kiss was my thank-you. My kisses don’t co cheap."
With that, she closed the door, took a step back, waved at him through the window, and said goodbye.
Oliver raised an eyebrow, gave her one last look, and drove off.
In the rearview mirror, he saw her standing on the sidewalk, looking around for a taxi.
She was wearing a loose, light blue T-shirt and denim shorts, exuding a youthful energy.
Ah, to be young...
By the ti he arrived at the Watersky Retreat’s private dining room, Faye Townsend and Hunter Warren were already there.
The three of them insisted on penalizing him with drinks. He didn’t argue and downed two glasses in one go.
"Why are you so late? Even if you were crawling, you should’ve been here by now," Hunter said, checking the ti.
"Ran into a little trouble on the way, but it’s been taken care of," Oliver said, a smirk tugging at his lips as he thought of Lily Snow.
The trio had been eting up like this frequently lately, though Sean Lennox had missed tonight’s gathering since he was on a business trip to Japan.
Hunter said, "Oliver, I have a business partner who’s a big shot in Lindale. He only has one daughter, she’s young, but she’s gorgeous.
Faye’s t her before—she’s got a good personality. Want to set up a eting?"
Oliver smirked. "What’s this? Feeling sorry for ? First, you snatch my wife, and now you want to play matchmaker?"
Hunter chuckled, giving Oliver’s shoulder a playful slap. "Oh, co on. Don’t bring that up again.
What’s not ant to be isn’t worth waiting for. Even my brother gets that. Stop harping on it."
"Your brother’s in touch with you these days?" Oliver asked, surprised.
Hunter raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, I was surprised too. He gave a call, said he’s doing well, and asked about Faye and his two nephews."
Faye smiled contentedly.
"Stop changing the subject. Are you going to et the girl or not? Give a clear answer."
"No. I’m busy lately."
"Busy with what? You can spare ti for a simple eting," Clara chid in. "Uncle Oliver, this won’t do—you need soone to take care of you."
"What if I end up having to take care of her instead?" Oliver scoffed.
"If she’s the one you truly like, does it really matter who takes care of whom?"
As Clara spoke, Faye’s phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen and told Hunter, "It’s Lily calling."
The mont he heard the na "Lily," Oliver turned to Faye and muttered, "Lily? Lily Snow?"
Faye looked surprised, while Hunter asked, "How do you know her? That’s the girl I was talking about."
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