A Moment in Destiny novel Chapter 232

"Ahem, ahem, ahem-"

Vincent grunted coldly and walked straight out the door.

"Vincent!" Seeing that he was leaving, Leila followed him out. She blocked his path with her tiny body. "You said you'd give it to me after we're married!"

Vincent sneered, looked down at this little face of hers and snorted, "As long as we don't get a divorce, until we die, it's after we're married!"

"You!" Leila didn't expect him to trick her. "You, how can you not keep your word?"

"Did I?" He asked.

"You're a villain who go back on your word!"

"I never said I was a gentleman!"

"..." Leila was speechless. It wasn't that she'd never met an unreasonable person. It was just that she'd never met anyone so unreasonable, especially a man!

God!

Was he a man?!

After all, she was not as shameless as he was, and Leila finally knew what her father had really meant when he said that no businessman was scrupulous. No wonder Dad had always let her work in the government administration and not in a company. Today she had learned the treachery of businessmen.

Vincent left.

Leila was helpless and just watched his back as he left. An indescribable feeling spread through her heart.

Eira brought the food, but Leila's phone rang. She looked at the number and saw that it was her sister's. "Hello! Sis!"

"Did you get that?" Macey's voice came over the phone in a somewhat unintelligible tone.

"Sis, sorry, not yet. I'll get it as soon as I can!" Leila said.

"You're not just having sex with Vincent and forgetting about the most important thing, are you?" Macey's voice was immediately raised to the highest level.

Leila put the phone out of her ear and said, "He wouldn't give it to me!"

"You've only been thinking about having sex with him and forgetting about it, haven't you?" Macey's shrill, cold voice seemed even more terrifying coming over the phone.

"I didn't!" Leila hurried to explain. "Sis, I'll ask for it, but he won't give it. He, he doesn't keep his word!"

"How could he refuse to give it to you? Leila, do you ever ask for it by heart?" Macey's voice rose once more.

Listening to the sharp sarcastic voice on the other side of the phone, Leila wondered when her sister had become such a sarcastic person.

"Leila, it must be you who didn't want it! I know Vincent. He's not that heartless. I've been with him for so many years, can I not know him? He'll still remember our old times!" Macey's shrill voice was unusually harsh, and her sarcastic words stabbed at Leila like a knife.

Leila just pursed her lips and felt exceptionally bitter in her heart. "Sis, he's not the Mr. White he used to be!"

"Humph! Don't think I don't know your selfish motives. Leila, no matter what, he's the man I used to sleep with. Even if you marry him and he becomes my brother-in-law, it doesn't change that fact! He's a leftover I've played with! You and your mother are all the same and all you do is steal your own sister's man!"

"Sis, I'll find a way!" That was all Leila said before she hung up the phone. She suddenly felt a little sad. Looking at the delicious food, she lost her appetite.

Leila went out just in time to meet a taxi at the corner of the villa. And this was not a good place to get a taxi. As she got into the car, her hair was a bit dishevelled and her eyes were so blank that the young driver in front of her, wearing glasses, gave her two more glances. Finally, the driver struck up a conversation with her.

"Where do you want to get off, miss?"

Leila glanced out of the window at the flashing landscape and pursed her lips in a faint smile, "Where is the terminal?"

"Miss, this is a taxi, not a bus!"

"Oh, then drive me onwards. Where the traffic jam, I will get off!" Leila said blandly.

"You've lost your love?" The driver in front of her asked.

Leila was stunned, and suddenly laughed out. Then she asked in a light tone, "Do I look like I've fallen out of love?"

The young driver was stunned, "I thought you were out of love because you looked a bit disoriented!"

Leila looked up and saw through the mirror in front of her that the driver was very young. He wore a pair of silver-rimmed glasses and looked very civilized. So she smiled, "Don't you get bored driving a taxi at such a young age?"

"I love what I do for a living. You can call me later if you need anything!" The driver reached over and took a business card out of his case and handed it to Leila, "You can call me anytime. I'm a very ethical taxi driver!"

Leila took the business card, smiled and nodded. "Okay! Thanks!"

She looked down at the business card and found that there were only a few words on it, but the design was quite personal. There was only one name: Julian Gordon, in addition to a series of phone numbers. No title, no occupation, just a name and a phone number. This kind of business card was a bit weird.

The surname was also unusual, and Leila couldn't help but look at it more than once before placing it in her bag. Even if it was out of courtesy, because she couldn't just open the window and throw the card out in front of the driver.

Fifteen minutes later, by the time they reached the central area, there was actually a traffic jam starting.