"Alright," the driver grabbed Jackson's car door handle. "They owe me for the ride. You seem pretty well-off, why don't you help your friends and pay up?"
Jackson raised an eyebrow. "They owe you money?"
The driver insisted, "That's right."
Jackson asked, "How much?"
"With the waiting fee and emotional distress, it's two thousand bucks!"
"I thought it was a lot, but it's just two thousand..."
Jackson glanced at Sophia, a mocking smile playing on his lips.
Sophia seemed to flinch under his gaze and moved closer to Grace.
Grace recognized Jackson too and cursed under her breath.
But they had no other options now, it all depended on what Jackson wanted to do.
"Two thousand bucks is nothing, I can cover that." Jackson put on his sunglasses, chuckling. "I know Mr. Morgan pretty well. I can't just ignore his wife and his... mistress."
What?!
Wife and... mistress?
Sophia wasn't his daughter?! She was a mistress?!
The gossip was getting juicier.