Chapter 157 Pollard's Official Return
As she passed by him, the woman left behind a faint scent of gardenia.
Simms subconsciously glanced at her.
He saw that her long hair reached her waist, drenched by the rain in separate strands, giving a somewhat disheveled appearance. However, unexpectedly, it revealed a breathtaking profile. Her fair and flawless complexion resembled a peeled egg, with a long and pristine neck.
Her wet skirt clung to her body, outlining an exquisite figure that exuded a seductive charm, as if a fairy had descended to earth. Yet, her watery eyes appeared innocent.
Sensing Simms looking at her, the woman subtly moved away, increasing the distance between them.
Simms' gaze darkened, and he expressionlessly withdrew his eyes.
The heavens seemed to have punctured a hole, and the rain poured down heavily.
Before long, several young men who didn't look very decent also rushed into the bus shelter to take shelter from the rain.
Upon seeing this, the woman instinctively moved closer to Simms' side.
Compared to those unruly youngsters, the man by her side looked much more sophisticated.
Simms sneered coldly.
This mocking remark made the woman blush and bite her lip.
The young men noticed the woman's figure and appearance, and whistled jokingly, as if they were about to approach her.
In panic, the woman grabbed onto Simms' hand and desperately pleaded, "Honey, let's not quarrel anymore. I was wrong."
The last three words were spoken softly, like a kitten scratching at a person, causing a tingling sensation in one's heart.
Simms looked at the woman with a smile that was not a smile.
At that moment, the driver arrived in the car.
Simms opened the car door and got in without any intention of inviting the woman.
The curious gazes of the young men turned towards this direction. The woman gritted her teeth and, with a thick-skinned attitude, got into the car, closing the door, and pleaded, "Sir, can you give me a ride? I can pay for the fare."
Simms glanced at the young men outside the window and asked, "How much can you give?"
"One hundred, just take me to the subway station at the intersection. Please," the woman pleaded with her hands clasped together.
Simms didn't respond.
"What about two hundred? It's already ten times the price outside!" the woman desperately said.
The driver in front couldn't help but reprimand, "Outrageous! Master doesn't need your two hundred dollars!"
The woman became anxious, glancing at the young men outside the window and then at Simms. Just when she was about to give up and get off the car, Simms coldly squeezed out two words.
"Drive on."
The driver immediately drove the car and stopped at the subway station at the turn, speaking coldly, "Pay up."
The woman hurriedly searched through her bag, whispering, "I..."
"No change."
The driver sneered, "With your pick-up lines, Master has probably heard them a thousand times. Do you think we'll believe you? Are you going to ask for Master's WhatsApp next and say you'll transfer money?"
"It's not like that." The woman lowered her head, embarrassed, and nervously tugged at her skirt. She explained in a low voice, "I'll scan it for you guys, just the payment code? There's no need to add as friends."
"Great! Scan mine!" The driver showed his payment code.
The woman scanned two hundred dollars to him, said thanks, and hastily ran into the subway feeling embarrassed.
The driver received the two hundred dollars and transferred it to Simms, proudly saying, "Boss, did I do a good job?"
"Yeah," Simms answered, "But your fitness has been lacking lately. You arrived to pick me up so late, so as a punishment, you'll do a 25-kilometer weighted run at headquarters tonight."
"25 kilometers?" The driver's voice raised, followed by a face that seemed like he was going to cry, "I've already run a marathon for 25 kilometers, and now I have to run with weights? And... and I came as soon as I got the notification."
The driver felt wronged.
Simms lifted an eyebrow and glanced at him.
The driver instantly straightened his back, "Alright! Simms, I'll definitely step up my training tonight."
"Yeah."
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On the other side, Pollard had just arrived at the archaeological site and immediately started dealing with the work at hand.
When he had a moment of free time, he looked at his phone and saw a message that "Benoit" had sent earlier.
The message included a photo showing him and Queenie having dinner together.
Pollard frowned.
Could it be that Queenie truly had another pursuer?
A strong sense of crisis made him hand over his work and take a complete leave of absence to go home.
Ms. Wilson tried to persuade him multiple times, but Pollard refused.
"My dad's birthday is in a few days. Shortly after his birthday, it's also Christmases. This year, I want to spend the New Year with Queenie."
After saying this, Pollard borrowed a phone from a colleague and messaged Queenie, "Queenie, wait for me. I'm taking a leave to return to Coast City. I will become a good boyfriend again."
After sending the message, Pollard booked a flight back to Coast City.
