"Hello, I'm the driver of Wind Chaser, license plate 6666. I'm downstairs, you can come down now." Rachel's lips curled up with joy.
Her voice was gentle and sweet, like a clear spring in the middle of summer, refreshing and calming.
She had just signed up on the app and already got a ride request. It made her feel like a bird that had just been set free.
So different from being in the office, where everyone looked at her with judgmental eyes that made her feel awkward all the time.
Soon, a tall young man showed up. His features were sharp and defined, with nicely curved eyebrows and clever-looking eyes.
He stood in front of the car with hesitation all over his face. He looked doubtful, like he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
A Maserati? No way.
Was someone seriously using a Maserati for ride-hailing? He was even worried the ride wouldn't make enough money to cover the gas, let alone a profit.
But the license plate matched. And this plate number?
