Chapter 88 Tracked
To be honest, upon hearing this number, Nina couldn't help but feel excited.
She used to leave early and return late for work, and the most she could earn in a month was just over four thousand dollars. During slow business periods, she sometimes only made a thousand dollars, barely making ends meet.
Although Nina didn't earn much, she felt secure with money in her pocket.
This sense of security disappeared as soon as she stopped working.
Charlie didn't contribute any income. For the past few months, all the household expenses were covered by her money. Seeing only outflow and no inflow, she felt increasingly insecure.
Now, with such a high-paying job opportunity in front of her, it was hard for Nina not to be moved.
Seeing Nina's reaction, Zoe seized the opportunity. "Are you willing to come?"
Vanessa interjected, "Grandma, please don't make it difficult for Ms. Miller. After all, she has a family and a husband. How could she come so far every day to cook for you? If you don't like the current nutritionist, I can find another one for you."
Having one Isabella was already enough to give Vanessa headaches; if Nina were added to the mix, she couldn't even imagine what life would be like.
After a moment of thought, Zoe said, "That's not a problem. I'll have a light breakfast. Nina, you can come over after finishing your morning chores. You'll be in charge of lunch and dinner. As for transportation, I'll have a driver pick you up, ensuring your safety. Does that work for you?"
Nina was touched by Zoe's kindness. She wasn't naive and could see that Zoe didn't lack nutritionists; Zoe simply enjoyed her cooking. Moreover, Zoe had noticed her financial difficulties and wanted to help her out.
"Grandma, Ms. Miller only knows how to cook some home-style dishes. I'm worried about the nutritional value," Vanessa interjected.
"In our younger days, we ate worse than this. As long as the meat and vegetables are balanced, there shouldn't be a problem with nutrition," Zoe interrupted Vanessa, indicating that she was about to have Nina come over to cook for her.
After some thought, Nina said, "I need to discuss this with my husband ."
"Sure," Zoe nodded. "There should be discussions between spouses. Go talk to him, and I'll wait for your message."
"Okay," said Nina.
After the meal, Zoe had the driver take Nina back.
Feeling like she had already troubled others enough, Nina declined the offer of a ride and walked out of the villa area, using a mobile app to call a car.
Just as she stepped out and stood by the roadside for less than a minute, a car approached slowly, signaling and pulling over.
Nina checked the license plate, opened the door, and got in.
The driver in front asked, "Did you call a car?"
His voice was deep, and Nina found it somewhat familiar. She replied, looking ahead.
The car interior was dim, with only the streetlights casting a faint glow through the windows. The driver wore a black mask and cap, and even his clothes were black. His gloved hands on the steering wheel were also black.
Noticing Nina's gaze, the driver lifted his eyes slightly. Their eyes briefly met in the rearview mirror. The piercing gaze sent a shiver down Nina's spine.
She blurted out, "Have we met somewhere before?"
Richard, with his mask on and his expression hidden, but Nina felt a hint of disdain in his eyes and ice tone. "We haven't."
Feeling a bit embarrassed, Nina said, "Sorry, for a moment your voice sounded familiar."
Richard glanced at her again and asked, "Where to?"
"Green Valley Community." Nina didn't think much of it, leaning back in her seat, and looking out the window at the passing scenery. She was torn about whether to tell Isabella the matter of being a nutritionist for the London family.
By the time they reached Green Valley Community, Nina had fallen asleep in the back seat.
Richard turned off the car, opened the window, lit a cigarette, and smoked leisurely. His gaze, however, remained fixed on Nina's face in the rearview mirror, deep and pensive, his thoughts inscrutable.
Suddenly, a hurried ringtone broke the silence. Richard took out his phone, and immediately switched it to silent mode, but still woke Nina up.
"Are we there?" Nina rubbed her eyes, unaware of any issues, grabbed her bag, and got out of the car. "Thank you, sir."
Leaning on the car window, Richard watched Nina walk into the dimly lit corridor. He took a final drag of his cigarette, extinguished it, and then got out of the car.
Just as Nina reached her doorstep, her phone rang. "Your order has timed out and has been canceled."
‘The order has timed out?’ She was confused. She opened the ride-hailing app. To her horror, she felt her blood run cold.
The car she had just taken had been canceled, so who had just brought her back?
She checked the details page, carefully examining the license plate number several times, feeling a moment of confusion. She had misread the license plate number.
She had misread the license plate number "YI2625" as "Y12625". One was the letter “i”, the other was the number “ 1”.
The mistake was too absurd!
Nina then remembered Richard's gaze earlier, which seemed familiar.
A fierce face flashed through Nina's mind. She broke out in a cold sweat. ‘Was it him??’
It was the Richard who had almost hit her last time, then brought her home and left the medicine hanging on the doorknob.
Nina's hair stood on end, and suddenly she heard footsteps behind her, rapidly approaching.
Quickly grabbing a broom leaning against the door, as the person approached, Nina turned around and began to wildly strike that person with the broom, shouting frantically.
The person being hit also shouted, dodging while grabbing the broom, "Nina, what are you doing?"
Nina, coming back to her senses from the frenzy, stared wide-eyed. "Charlie, is that you?"
Charlie, unkindly dropped the broom heavily on the ground. "If it's not me, then who else could it be?"
The corridor was brightly lit, casting a pale reflection on Nina's face. Overcome with fear, her legs went weak, and she almost lost her balance, stumbling to the side and bumping into Charlie.
Charlie immediately gave her a disdainful look and asked, "What are you doing, trying to give someone a heart attack?"
Glancing at the pitch-black hallway, although she couldn't see anything, she felt as if there were eyes staring at her. That eerie feeling crept up on her again, and she grabbed Charlie's arm, her voice trembling. "Charlie, I think I'm being followed."
Charlie was opening the door, and her sudden movement made him impatient. So he shook off her hand. "What nonsense are you talking about? Who would follow a married woman like you?"
He walked inside after opening the door and, seeing Nina still standing there staring at the entrance to the stairwell, frowned impatiently and said, "Are you coming in or not? If not, I'm closing the door."
Nina had to avert her gaze and enter the house.
