A Touch of Sweetness novel (Finnick and Vivian) novel Chapter 1542

Larry surreptitiously studied the driver. He simply couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off about him.

The driver was driving very slowly, but it was already night, so it wasn't a big deal since neither Larry nor Joan minded.

“Are you a local, mister?” Larry asked.

“No. My daughter is studying here, so her mother and I moved to this city. I couldn't find a job, so I started driving a cab.”

The driver's voice was a mere whisper, but it gave off a sense of oppression.

“No wonder you don't sound like a local,” Larry commented.

Well, well... he was probably in the killing profession before he became a cabbie.

After all, he was no stranger to the aura that the driver was emanating. Only those who had experienced peril and near-death brushes would develop such an aura.

He was very familiar with such an aura because he had once possessed it himself. But as time passed, or more accurately speaking, the changes in his social circle made it imperative that he conceal it.

Wait a moment!

All of a sudden, he was taken aback by his own thoughts—this cabbie is an assassin!

That intuition couldn't be wrong, for the driver possessed all the traits of an assassin—low-key, disguised, and a faint murderous aura.

Is he targeting me and Joan, or was he an assassin in the past but had retired long ago? mused inwardly.

Nonetheless, he still cautiously kept his guard up.

“What are you thinking, Larry?” Joan queried when she saw him spacing out.

“Nothing. Something just occurred to me, but I'll tell you when we get back,” Larry answered with a smile.

He feigned an expression of utter nonchalance, but his nerves had long since stretched taut.

“Oh, I see. We should be arriving back at the hotel soon, no?” Joan asked.

In truth, they should have reached the hotel by then.

“Yup, we're probably arriving soon.”

Larry looked around, only to discover that he had never seen the place before.