"It's simple. Here's what you tell her: you say you want to come clean about everything, that you really were taking money from someone to drug her. But now those people are hunting you down, and you want to spill everything. Then you set a place to meet. I'm guessing this woman might come over herself, or she might bring a couple of people to talk terms with you alone. Doesn't matter. As long as she shows up in my line of sight, I'll move in and snatch her."

The hitman let out a cold snort and spoke word by word, his tone full of domineering menace.

The driver listened, dumbfounded, grumbling to himself, "Can this even work? This guy is way too full of himself, right?"

He stammered, trembling, "Isn't this a problem? I feel like the risk is huge."

The hitman swept a cold glance over the driver, shook his head, and said, "You useless waste, how are you this gutless? You really haven't seen the world! If I say it'll work, then it'll work. And let me put it this way: even if you don't agree, you're not getting out of here this time. You'll die by my hand. I'm giving you a chance to live right now. Don't throw it away."

Hearing this, the driver gave a bitter laugh and nodded, shivering all over.

He let out a long sigh in his heart. Things had come to this; even if he wanted to change anything now, he was powerless.

Whatever the hitman wanted to do, just let him do it. Right now he was only trying to stay alive.

So the driver picked up his phone and called Lan Zihua on WeChat.

At that moment, Lan Zihua was busy in her office, and also mulling over the situation with the driver.

"I wonder what that driver is thinking now," she thought. "I probably was a bit too impulsive at the time. I didn't have to fire him. I actually could've dug more useful info out of him."

Just then, her phone suddenly rang.

She glanced at the screen: it was a WeChat call from the driver. Lan Zihua couldn't help feeling curious. She tapped the green answer button and started talking with the driver.

The moment the driver opened his mouth, his voice carried an indescribable sadness and plea: "My dear President, why'd you fire me? I've been absolutely loyal to you! I still have so many things I need to tell you!" He hurried to proclaim his loyalty to Lan Zihua.

But Lan Zihua just let out a cold laugh.

She thought, "What's this driver playing at? Things are already like this and he still wants to scam me? Is there something wrong with his brain?"

So she snorted and said to the driver, "You don't need to feed me that crap. I know exactly what kind of wolfish ambitions you've got! I don't need to spell out what you put in the cup of water you sent over today, do I?"

Hearing this, the driver went mute like someone had cut his tongue out.

He had no idea how to respond, his heart full of panic and unease.

Seeing this, Lan Zihua snorted again, her tone hard and furious. "You'd better behave yourself! Don't think I don't know what you're up to!"

"I've treated you more than fairly, haven't I?

I never shorted you a cent of what you were owed, and I've looked after you more than enough. I never expected you to bow down in gratitude, but I really didn't think you'd do something this shameless, throwing your conscience away." There was a trace of barely concealed disappointment in Lan Zihua's voice. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

"Right now, the last lesson I'm giving you is this: disappear from my sight immediately. Otherwise, knowing my temper, I really should punish you properly, hand you over to law enforcement and let you suffer a bit." Her tone left no room for argument.

On the other end of the line, the driver suddenly raised his voice, sounding extremely anxious. "President, it really hurts me that you see me this way. Since that's how it is, I have to tell you about the situation I'm in now. I hope you'll hear me out and let me explain."

Hearing that, Lan Zihua froze for a second. She seriously couldn't figure out what kind of game this driver was playing.

"What do you mean by that? At this point, I don't see what there is left for us to talk about. You've already been fired, and I don't want to see you again." Lan Zihua let out a domineering cold laugh, but her finger didn't press the hang-up button, because she was still a little curious what exactly the driver wanted to say.

"President, please listen to me. I know whatever I say now might sound weak and useless, but I still have to say it. I'm planning to expose all of them and let you know who's really pulling strings behind the scenes." The driver's tone was filled with sincerity and humility.

"Oh? Now you've piqued my interest a bit. You probably also want to know who's been screwing you over from the shadows, right? Who paid you off and had you do something this vicious?" The corner of Lan Zihua's mouth curled into a playful smile. She wanted to see how much truth this driver was actually willing to spill.

"President, I really was out of my mind before, blinded by greed, and I needed money, so I did this with them. But now I've figured it out—people still need a conscience. I want to help you and expose the truth behind all this." The driver's voice was full of remorse and resolve.

Listening to his words, Lan Zihua couldn't help wavering a little inside. What the driver said did make some sense. She really did want to know who was messing with her from behind the scenes.

"Hmph, hearing you say that, I am a bit tempted. But you need to understand, I, Lan Zihua, am not that easy to fool. If you want to work with me, you'd better show some real sincerity." There was a hint of scrutiny and mockery in Lan Zihua's tone.