The woman is wearing a casual yet chic ensemble. Her pastel pink sweater, paired with dark wash skinny jeans, creates a balanced contrast.The white sneakers with metallic accents add a sporty touch, while the tailored black blazer slung over her shoulder brings a touch of sophistication.A statement gold necklace with a tiny pendant completes the look, adding a hint of elegance. Her long, curly, dark blonde hair is tied up in a ponytail, showcasing her heart-shaped face.Minimal makeup enhances her natural features.Her rolling bag is sleek and black, with a few stylish stickers and a colorful luggage tag.Her gloomy blue eyes scanned around the arrival area. She exuded confidence and style as she made her way through the bustling airport. Despite the long flight, she maintained a poised and put-together appearance.She is now entering the Grab taxi that she contacted.''She has entered the car.'' A person wearing a leather jacket and dark jeans and dark boots informs the person on the other line.''Follow the car.'' The voice on the other line commanded.''I'm on it.'' The person is now on a motorcycle tailing the taxi.As the motorcycle driver tailed the taxi ,The woman was obliviously checking her phone's emails and messages.''Where to? '' The Grab driver asked, glancing at the woman through the rearview mirror. The woman quickly looked up from her phone and gave the driver a pissed look."Blimey, did you not get the memo? Destination's booked, innit?"'' She snapped with her British accent. The driver nodded and continued on the route, aware of the motorcycle following closely behind.''Oh, I'm sorry. I must have missed that.'' The driver said with a hint of irritation in her husky but sexy voice, which made the beautiful passenger's heart skip a beat.She's a woman? She thought to herself."Wait up, I could've sworn I booked a James, not...?".'' The woman started as she remembered booking a Grab driver named James Levingston. Isn't it supposedly a man?The woman checked the Grab app, but before she could react, the driver slammed on the brakes, causing her to jolt forward and drop her phone.""Sorry about that, love," the driver said, flashing a charming smile in the rearview mirror. The passenger couldn't help but feel a rush of anger.She swiftly picked up her phone and checked the driver's profile—James Levingston's. Her confusion turned to unease as she sensed something amiss. Just then, the driver swerved sharply, sending her tumbling to the side.As the passenger regained her balance , she glared at the driver, '' What's wrong with you , bruv? Trying to give a whiplash? ''''Oops, I am sorry, Brat; I had to shake off a tail.'' Said the driver, chuckling in her husky voices.The passenger raised a brow. '' A tail? What tail? ''The driver didn't answer and continued to drive fast, looking at their rearview. Wacthing the motorcycle that's tailing them .''Aaah, "This isn't funny,! Stop the car! Someone help! I'm being abducted!"' The passenger is now holding tight to not stumble again and screaming in fear.She tried to open the window. to call for help, but it was locked.The driver laughs, '' Hey, brat !! You shut up!! I won't even abduct think of abducting such a loud and ugly brat like you!! Keep your feet on the ground!! ''Insulted woman threw her phone at the driver.The driver's expression changed from amusement to anger as she reached for the phone, momentarily taking it's eyes off the road.The woman, so angry, started hitting the driver, but the driver still managed to drive.Meanwhile, the motorcycle behind is having a hard time escaping the swirling car in the middle of the bridge; the driver of the motorcycle didn't see the 10-wheeler truck approaching from the opposite direction. But the driver of the motorcycle swerved to avoid a collision, narrowly missing the truck and escaping a potentially fatal accident.But stopping from its track, it loses the taxi.''They are gone; I lose them,'' he informed the man on the other line.'Dammit!! '' The man on the other line cursed under his breath, realizing that they had lost their target.Meanwhile...''A—are you okay now, Miss Anderson? '' The driver, it sounds like this person is not used in saying these words."I just want to go 'ome." The woman is still shocked and shaking.They are almost hit by a truck .The driver purposely turned off the engine to hide the car from the tailing motorcycle .The driver turned around, revealing a stunning blonde in her 20s with cold, mesmerizing emerald eyes.Stunned by the beautiful face in front of her, Miss Anderson's fear began to dissipate, replaced by curiosity. "Y—yes. Who are you? You're not James."''James is absent for the day.'' The stunning answered with sarcasm.The driver smiled, her eyes sparkling. "Let's just say I'm a friend. "''Who are you? And what do want from me?'' Miss Anderson's gaze narrowed as she tried to decipher the mysterious woman's true intentions. The driver chuckled softly, her eyes never leaving Miss Anderson's face.The driver chuckled. "Feisty, I like that."Miss Anderson's eyes flashed. "I'm not feisty; I'm furious!"The driver leaned in, her voice low. "Well, furious suits you."Miss Anderson's cheeks flushed as their eyes met. She felt an unexpected jolt of attraction.The driver grinned. "Can't handle a little flirting, Miss Anderson?"Miss Anderson snapped out of her shock and regained her composure.Miss Anderson rolled her eyes. "I can handle it just fine. But answer my question."The driver leaned back, her expression serious. "'Let's get you home safe first, Brat. Do you trust me?"Miss Anderson's voice dripped skepticism. "Trust you? You're 'aving a laugh, aren't you?"The driver's emerald eyes locked onto hers. "Because, despite our rocky start, I think we make a good team, Miss Anderson."Miss Anderson's heart skipped a beat. There was something mysterious and alluring about this driver. But she wouldn't let her guard down."You're mental, aren't you? Nearly writing us off, and now you're on about being a good team?" Miss Anderson shouted in irritation.The driver laughed, her voice husky. "Oh, don't be dramatic, darling. It was just a tiny detour."'Well, we did make it out alive, didn't we? Trust me, you're in good hands."Miss Anderson fumed. "I'm calling the police, you numpty! You're for it!"The driver chuckled, waving Miss Anderson's phone. "Good luck with that, darling. This phone's gone AWOL."Miss Anderson couldn't help but feel irrated.''Urgh!! You're driving me crazy''"Almost there, Miss Anderson. Buckle up."Miss Anderson glared, still fuming. "I demand to know where we're going."The driver smiled mischievously. "Patience, darling. You'll see."As they turned onto a quiet street, Miss Anderson recognized her neighborhood. "Stop the car!" she exclaimed, relieved.The driver obliged, and Miss Anderson leapt out, grabbing her bag.The driver chuckled, her eyes glinting. " Stay safe."Miss Anderson watched as the taxi drove away, feeling both relieved and intrigued.She sighed, ''What a day .'' She muttered, and unlocked her door.As she entered her flat, she realized her phone was still missing."Damn!"