Billionaire's Unforgettable Ex-Wife
Chapter 366 - 199: That Kiss Just Now Was a Thank You, My Kisses are Quite Expensive (1 more)_2

Chapter 366: Chapter 199: That Kiss Just Now Was a Thank You, My Kisses are Quite Expensive (1 more)_2

He furrowed his brows, got out of the car, and walked back. Surely, he couldn’t have hit someone, right? He was certain there was nobody behind him just now.

When he reached the back of the car and glanced over, his head suddenly started to ache.

It really was a woman, and not just any woman—it was a young lady, probably in her prime. She was stunning, with large, lively eyes gazing up at him as she lay there.

"Uncle, you hit me with your car, and you’re not even going to apologize?"

Oliver Turner stepped closer and squatted next to her. "Are you alright?"

"I’m lying here like this—do I look alright to you?"

She stretched out her hand towards him. "Give me a hand, will you?"

Oliver lowered his gaze to her outstretched hand and raised an eyebrow.

"What? You’re not going to help me? Fine, I’ll just keep lying here then.

Don’t you know how pricey staged accidents are these days?"

Oliver chuckled wryly, "So, are you admitting you’re staging an accident?"

The young lady sat up on her own, pouting with a frown. "You’re really something, Uncle.

Why would someone as perfectly fine as me run behind your car just to stage an accident? Your imagination is impressive."

"Then why were you behind my car?"

Just as he finished speaking, the sound of hurried footsteps reached them from a distance.

The young lady turned her head toward the noise and saw a group of black-clad men running her way.

Her eyes widened in alarm. She scrambled to her feet and leapt into Oliver Turner’s car.

Oliver stood there, stunned for a moment, before she shouted, "Why are you standing there? Get in the car, quick!"

With a wicked smirk, he got into the car but made no move to start the engine.

"Drive, quickly!" the girl urged.

"I think I deserve an explanation for why you jumped into my car," he replied plainly.

She glanced back at the approaching men, who were now quite close.

Still, she didn’t seem overly panicked. "Look, first of all, you hit me! The least you can do is take me to a hospital.

Secondly, while I wasn’t staging an accident, my waist really hurts, and I can barely walk.

You hit my waist, Uncle. Do you have any idea how important a woman’s waist is?"

"All I know is how important a man’s waist is," Oliver quipped.

The young lady’s face flushed. "Hey, Uncle, don’t be a perv! I’ll scream."

"Go ahead. Should I call those men over to help with the screaming?"

"No, no, no!" she replied hastily, pulling a long face. "Uncle, I’m just a pitiful young girl being hunted down. Even I feel sorry for myself. Can’t you show some compassion? Saving a life is more virtuous than building a seven-story pagoda."

"And if I don’t?"

She blinked in surprise, then fluttered her lashes with mock innocence. "You wouldn’t really leave a cute girl like me behind to be fed to the wolves, would you? I still need to go to the hospital. So, what’s your decision?"

Oliver curved his lips into a smile and started the engine.

The black-clad men caught sight of the girl in the car and shouted as they gave chase.

"Drive faster! Shake them off!" the girl yelled.

Oliver didn’t respond, but he vaguely caught snippets of the men outside shouting "Miss!"

He shot her a sideways glance. Hmm, sure enough, she carried herself with a spoiled "heiress" flair.

After leaving the underground parking lot and driving two more intersections, Oliver pulled the car to the side of the road and looked at her. "You’re safe now. You can get out."

The young lady pouted. "Well... I don’t have a penny to my name. You wouldn’t..."

Without a word, Oliver pulled a card from his wallet and handed it to her. "For medical expenses. No PIN."

"Wow, so generous. Aren’t you worried I might be a scammer?"

"If you are, you’d single-handedly lower the intelligence quotient of the entire scamming industry."

She glowered in frustration. "Hey! Watch what you say."

"Get out of the car. I’m in a hurry."

"Give me your business card. I’ll pay you back someday," she said, arching a brow.

Oliver crossed his arms and gave her a once-over. "No need."

"That won’t do. If you don’t give it to me, I won’t get out." She crossed her arms too, showing she wouldn’t back down.

Oliver glanced at his watch, then, with a sigh, pulled out a business card and handed it to her.

She glanced at it and grinned. "Whoa! You’re the president of BlueHorizon Group? I’ve heard of you."

"Plenty of people have heard of me."

"Yeah, but how many dare to flirt with you like I did?"

She raised an eyebrow playfully. "The name’s Lily Snow."

"Get out," Oliver said curtly.

Lily leaned closer with a mischievous smile. "We’ll meet again, Oliver Turner."

Just as he was about to repeat "Get out," she suddenly leaned in and planted a kiss on his cheek.

She hopped out of the car, turned back to him, and said, "Since you’ve got so much money, I’ll keep the card. That kiss was my thank-you. My kisses don’t come cheap."

With that, she closed the door, took a step back, waved at him through the window, and said goodbye.

Oliver raised an eyebrow, gave her one last look, and drove off.

In the rearview mirror, he saw her standing on the sidewalk, looking around for a taxi.

She was wearing a loose, light blue T-shirt and denim shorts, exuding a youthful energy.

Ah, to be young...

By the time he arrived at the Watersky Retreat’s private dining room, Faye Townsend and Hunter Warren were already there.

The three of them insisted on penalizing him with drinks. He didn’t argue and downed two glasses in one go.

"Why are you so late? Even if you were crawling, you should’ve been here by now," Hunter said, checking the time.

"Ran into a little trouble on the way, but it’s been taken care of," Oliver said, a smirk tugging at his lips as he thought of Lily Snow.

The trio had been meeting up like this frequently lately, though Sean Lennox had missed tonight’s gathering since he was on a business trip to Japan.

Hunter said, "Oliver, I have a business partner who’s a big shot in Lindale. He only has one daughter, she’s young, but she’s gorgeous.

Faye’s met her before—she’s got a good personality. Want me to set up a meeting?"

Oliver smirked. "What’s this? Feeling sorry for me? First, you snatch my wife, and now you want to play matchmaker?"

Hunter chuckled, giving Oliver’s shoulder a playful slap. "Oh, come on. Don’t bring that up again.

What’s not meant to be isn’t worth waiting for. Even my brother gets that. Stop harping on it."

"Your brother’s in touch with you these days?" Oliver asked, surprised.

Hunter raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, I was surprised too. He gave me a call, said he’s doing well, and asked about Faye and his two nephews."

Faye smiled contentedly.

"Stop changing the subject. Are you going to meet the girl or not? Give me a clear answer."

"No. I’m busy lately."

"Busy with what? You can spare time for a simple meeting," Clara chimed in. "Uncle Oliver, this won’t do—you need someone to take care of you."

"What if I end up having to take care of her instead?" Oliver scoffed.

"If she’s the one you truly like, does it really matter who takes care of whom?"

As Clara spoke, Faye’s phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen and told Hunter, "It’s Lily calling."

The moment he heard the name "Lily," Oliver turned to Faye and muttered, "Lily? Lily Snow?"

Faye looked surprised, while Hunter asked, "How do you know her? That’s the girl I was talking about."