She's the most ugly women I've been with!

After all that fuss, Gabrielle didn't gain anything from it; instead, she ended up being thoroughly sized up by Gibson!

Eventually, it was Sonia who stepped in to break it up.

"Asshole! I'll let you off this time, but just you wait—if I catch you again, you're done for!" Gabrielle yelled as Sonia pulled her away.

With a cheeky smirk, Gibson taunted, "Oh please, do your worst! Don't go easy on me just because I'm good-looking—bring it on!"

"You...!" Frustrated, Gabrielle eventually dropped it because she was running late for school.

After eating, she rushed upstairs to get ready.

When it was time to leave, Gabrielle planned to drop Sonia at her office before heading to school. She was in her senior year at Starfall City University. Although her schedule wasn't packed, she needed to visit daily as she was prepping for her grad school exams.

However, the Wind Group where Sonia worked and Starfall City University were in completely opposite directions—one east, the other west. It looked like Gabrielle would have to go on her own.

"Sonia, I'll drop you off first. Let's not drag him along—if he's late, it's on him, maybe dock his pay!" Gabrielle said with a sniff.

But Sonia waved dismissively, "Don't bother, you need to stop being late for class. Go on, I'll just grab a taxi."

"Alright, it's all his fault for holding me up this morning. Made me nearly late!" Gabrielle said, throwing Gibson a dirty look.

holding me up…???

"I could have kept this up even longer!" Gibson shot back playfully.

"Shut it!" Sonia snapped softly.

After Gabrielle left in her Mercedes, only she and Gibson were left on the street.

"So, where's your car?" Gibson asked, looking puzzled.

"Crashed it into a flowerbed driving too fast yesterday. It's in the shop now."

"How fast were you going?"

"Thirty miles per hour!"

"Seriously?"

"..."

Just then, Sonia's phone rang loudly from her bag. She quickly answered it, but within just a few seconds, her demeanor changed.

"Okay, I'm on my way!"

After hanging up, her brows were furrowed, clearly something urgent had come up.

Finding no taxis in the high-end residential area—a place where normally everyone had a car and taxis were rare—only added to her frustration.

"How about I give you a lift to the office?" Gibson offered quietly from the side.

Sonia shot him a look, "Really? And how are you planning to do that? Carry me on your back?"

"No, I've got a bike," he pointed towards an old motorcycle parked near the security booth, covered in dust.

"Are you joking? Showing up at the office on that thing would be a total embarrassment!" Sonia said, clearly unimpressed.

"Look, I'm already late. It's just a 200 buck fine for me. I'm already drowning in billions of debt—do you think I care about 200 more? But for you, it's a different story. The board is not going to be happy if you're late," Gibson said with a sly smile.

In the end, with no other options and time running out, Sonia had to borrow the motorcycle from the gatekeeper.

The residents here were all wealthy, so the guard was more than happy to lend it, perhaps hoping it would get replaced with a new one.

"Hug me!" Gibson said, looking back slightly as he sat at the front.

"Why should I hug you?!" she responded sharply.

"Many people would dream of this chance. You don't know what you're missing!" Gibson laughed, then revved the engine slightly and braked suddenly, causing Sonia to involuntarily lean against him and wrap her arms around his waist.

Just as Sonia tried to pull back, Gibson surged forward slightly, causing her to grab him again.

"Come on, let's get moving!" she snapped.

"Alright!"

With that, the motorcycle sped off, and Sonia, who initially didn't want to hold on, now clung tightly to him.

A motorcycle can be really convenient, especially in traffic.

What would normally take thirty minutes, took them just ten minutes to reach a point one kilometer from the office.

Riding an old, rusty motorcycle with a stunning woman on the back, they drew many envious looks from pedestrians and drivers alike.

At a red light just short of the office, a BMW X6 pulled up beside them. The window rolled down, and a young man removed his sunglasses to get a better look at Sonia, especially admiring her legs.

Comparing his own date to Sonia, she hardly compared.

"Man, nice catch! Where did you find her? Teach me your ways," the young man said, passing over a cigarette, clearly impressed.

Some guys really know how to charm without spending a dime, always surrounded by beauties.

It's not just about money; it's an art.

Gibson waved off the cigarette, "Sorry, I only smoke my own. Anything else just irritates my throat."

"…hey, man. How about you teach a love class? I'd pay to attend!" the young man said mockingly.

Even though he drove a BMW worth over a million and wasn't short of female companionship, next to someone like Sonia, it was no contest.

Some women can't be wooed with money alone.

"You? No chance!" Gibson scoffed, looking at him coldly.

The young man became desperate, "What's it take? Name your price, as long as your advice works, I'll pay whatever!"

There are those who can talk a stranger into a hotel room in ten minutes, and the woman might even offer to pay. This guy probably thought Gibson was one of those smooth talkers.

"You can earn money to change being poor, you can get surgery to change being ugly, but my charisma? That's something you can't buy with any amount of money!" Gibson smirked, "And her? She's the most ugly women I've been with!"

 "…"