Chapter 4 A Fleeting Glance

From the driver's demeanor, it was clear he wasn't the one in charge.

The car's owner must be in the backseat.

Instinctively, Deanna glanced towards the back of the car and saw a man seated there. He was dressed in a sharp black suit, with features so strikingly handsome. His entire presence exuded an aura of nobility. He was absolutely the focus of people's attention everywhere.

However, his lips were pale, and he appeared somewhat weak, resting with his eyes closed.

Next to him sat a younger man wearing gold-rimmed spectacles, who looked mature and composed but had a scheming glint in his eyes and a worried expression on his face.

He spoke, "Larry, give this lady a business card. We can discuss compensation later. First, let's get Mr. Mercer to Old Hughes. We can't waste time here."

As they spoke and approached the car, Deanna's keen sense of smell picked up a faint scent of blood wafting from inside.

She couldn't help but furrow her brows, suspecting that the man inside was injured. She took another look at him, sensing that he was not someone to be trifled with.

Lance, the man in the car, felt her gaze and slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were deep and cold, and he cast a sharp, icy glance in her direction.

His gaze was so devoid of warmth that it sent a shiver down Deanna's spine.

She quickly looked away, feeling a strange sense of familiarity but unable to place it.

Before she could think further, the driver responded, "Yes, sir."

Turning back to Deanna, he asked, "What's your name? Give me your contact information."

"I'm Deanna Jones. This is my phone," Deanna said, handing her phone to the driver. "This is my only number. I promise I won't run away. I just can't come up with a large sum of money right away. Please talk to your boss about arranging a payment plan."

The driver dialed Deanna's number to ensure it was valid and then seemed satisfied. "You're lucky today. You can go. We'll contact you later to discuss the compensation. How much you owe will be settled then."

"Thank you. My phone will be on 24/7," Deanna said, nodding gratefully.

The driver, still somewhat wary, pointed a finger at Deanna and warned, "Don't think about changing your number or dodging the debt. We can easily find out your identity and address. If you try to pull any tricks, we won't be so nice."

"I won't. I've said this is my responsibility, and I'll take care of it. I won't run away," Deanna assured the driver repeatedly.

Only then did the driver get back in the car and drive away hastily.

After watching them leave, Deanna felt a soft tug on her hand. Looking down, she saw her two little ones each holding one of her hands, their brows furrowed in worry.

"Mommy, what are we going to do? Do we have to pay a lot of money?" Chloe asked, looking up at Deanna.

"Don't worry. I will figure something out," Deanna replied with a reassuring smile, comforting her children.

She didn't want them to worry about money at such a young age.

Despite her words, Deanna herself was anxious.

Where was she going to raise such a large amount of money?