Page 255 of In Love with a Cruel Billionaire

“Good morning, Mrs. Leventis,” Bart greeted politely. “Would you need a ride, madam?”

She stared coldly at him. “I’m sure you already know the answer to that.” Sweeping past him, she headed towards the limousine she found waiting by the curb.

Bart hurried after her.

When they reached the limousine, Esther demanded, “Well?”

“I’m afraid you misunderstood, Mrs. Leventis. This is my ride.Thatis your ride.”

Esther turned around, following his gaze, and screamed, “You want me to take acab?”

“Unless you’d like to walk barefoot, madam?” The livid look on the woman’s face had Bart desperately doing his best not to laugh. He must remain calm. He must. Or he would lose his bet.

In the end, Esther Leventis did exactly what his employer,her son,had expected. With curtains of nearby mansions twitching all around them, the servants gossiping by the gates, Esther didn’t really have a choice.

“I don’t think I’ll go anywhere,” Esther started.

“By this time, Mrs. Leventis, it is possible your home may be overrun by rats.” It was a bluff, but the woman also bought it.

“You are going to pay for this,” she hissed in his face.

He carefully sidestepped her and headed to the cab, opening the door for her. “Your ride, madam.” Must. Not. Laugh.

Esther could barely breathe as she got inside the cab, slamming the door shut as hard as she could. It backfired, unfortunately, causing the window to roll down and remain stuck, halfway open.

“Could you please close this?” she screeched.

“Your fault,” the driver answered indifferently. He was a slob in every sense of the word, and the way he was licking his fingers clean after tossing the chicken bone he had eaten at the passenger seat made Esther want to run away.

Disgusting! Absolutely disgusting!She reached for the lock, but it was too late.

The cab suddenly shot off, its speed almost causing her to tumble out of the seat.

“Will you slow down?” she screeched, hurriedly grabbing the seatbelt to strap herself into place.

“Sorry, madam,” the driver answered. “I was promised a thousand euros if I got you to the airport in under an hour.”

Airport?She didn’t want to go there, especially if Damen had one of his nasty surprises waiting for her at the place. “I’ll pay you twice that if you take me somewhere else!”

“I was told you would say that, but I will not believe you. They told me you are no longer rich.”

“Iamrich, you bastard!”

He shook his head stubbornly. “If you are, give the money to me now.”

“I don’t have it—-”

He smirked at her through the rearview mirror. “Not rich.”

She screamed. She kept screaming, hoping to make his ears bleed until she realized that they were stuck in traffic, and the people inside the other cars were busy taking photos and videos of her.

Esther abruptly shut up.

Slowly, she leaned back against the cab’s dirty old seat, doing her best to regain her dignity.He will pay for this,she thought in feverish rage. She would not rest until he did.

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