Too Late Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now novel Chapter 211

Aria's POV

Lillian and I were on cloud nine that evening.

Who wouldn't be?

We had effectively 'won' thirty-eight thousand dollars in such a short amount of time.

We celebrated with dinner and then caught a movie, both reluctant for our perfect day to end.

I offered to drive Lillian home, but she insisted I shouldn't be driving back and forth so late.

"It's not safe," she said.

So, I pulled over and waited for her to safely get into an Uber before I drove home.

It was half past nine, and the roads were still bustling.

My Maserati was definitely a head-turner – at every red light, someone would roll down their window, hoping to chat me up.

I couldn't stand it, so I closed the convertible top, effectively shutting them out.

My instincts immediately kicked in when another car forced me to a stop.

I grabbed my phone and dialed 911, my finger hovering just above the call button, before cautiously rolling down my window.

"Can I help you?" I asked the man leaning towards my car, deliberately keeping my tone calm.

The road wasn't particularly crowded, but I remained on high alert.

Despite my good mood, at this hour, I was certainly not in the mood to risk my life for a stranger.

The man seemed somewhat taken aback by my cool demeanor.

Paul Garcia hadn't expected to flag down a car only to find someone like me behind the wheel.

I could tell he was reassessing his approach.

"I'm so sorry to bother you," he said, his voice urgent.

"My friend is suffering from severe stomach pain. Our car broke down, and I was wondering if you could drive him to the nearest hospital?"

My brows furrowed, my suspicions clearly evident.

"There's a hospital about half a mile ahead. Turn right, and it's two blocks down."

"We're not from around here," Paul quickly explained.

"We're not familiar with the area. I thought the hospital might be further, so... Look, I swear I'm not trying anything shady. Just consider it a good deed for the day, alright?"

My gaze flickered past him to the Maybach parked on the shoulder.

That car hardly screamed 'down on our luck.'

But me, alone with two strange men?

My gut screamed danger.

"I'm sorry, I can call an ambulance for you."

Paul's shoulders slumped.

"Please, don't. That's making a mountain out of a molehill, a waste of emergency resources."

"Listen, I can give you my ID as collateral."

He rushed back to his car, yanked open the door, and retrieved his driver's license.

"Just take my friend to the hospital first, and I'll follow right after. He's in too much pain to wait. It might be a stomach bleed. And in his current state, he couldn't possibly pose a threat to you."

I peered towards the Maybach.

In the dim interior light, I could vaguely make out a man in what appeared to be an expensive suit, slumped dejectedly in the passenger seat.

Even from several meters away, I could discern his tightly furrowed brow and unnaturally pale lips.

He certainly didn't look well.

"Mr. Garcia, could you please state your ID number for me?" I asked, taking his driver's license.

Paul rattled off the numbers without hesitation.

"Alright," I nodded, my guard lowering slightly.

"Bring your friend. I'll take him to the hospital. Please join us there quickly."

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