Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap novel Chapter 821

The wallet and the phone were gone, ‘What could I do?’ Jasmine thought.

She looked to the driver sat in front of her, “Sir, I...”

“Miss, you're not going to pay, right?” the driver wore a sullen look and thought, ‘It's not easy to do business at night.’

“No, I lost my wallet and my phone...”

Jasmine wanted to explain to him, but the car driver refused to listen to her, “Whatever you say is none of my business. Pay me off the fare. I'm a cab driver, and I'm not doing it for charity. The fare is not much and is only 10 dollars, and you're going to bilk?”

“I'm not trying to bilk. I lost my wallet,” Jasmine said eagerly, and she did not intend to bilk.

She was more anxious than anyone else.

She had no money, and her phone was gone.

“Okay, you lose your belongings, but you still have friends, right? Anyway, you have to pay me off and don't try to,” the cab driver was upset because he did not know whether he could get the fare, and it also delayed him to carry the next guest, “I'm unlucky to meet you.”

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry,” Jasmine was anxious.

“Give your friend a call,” the driver handed over his phone to Jasmine. Jasmine's face lightened up, but soon her face darkened because she did not remember Boyce's phone number.

“I...”

Jasmine thought, ‘Call classmates in City B can't help me. While the grass grows, the horse starves. What should I do?’

She felt chagrined, ‘How come I don't remember Boyce's phone number?’

She was the first to save Boyce's new phone number when he changed his phone number. She even remarked his name in the contact book. After that, the phone displayed Boyce's name every time they sent messages and calls. So she did not notice the phone number.

Jasmine wanted to call him but did not remember his phone number.

The cab driver was impatient, “Why don't you call?”

“I have only one friend here, but I forget his phone number...”

“Get out of my car! Get out of here!” the driver pulled a long face to chase her away, “It's tough luck to meet people like you!”

Jasmine repeated her apology to the driver, “I'm sorry, I'm really sorry.”

“Hurry up and get out of my car. Don't delay me to carry the next guest. It's tough luck to meet you, don't waste my time. What's the use of apologizing? I'll send you to the police station if you're a man.”

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry...”

Jasmine opened the car door and got out of the car. It was raining cats and dogs, and it drenched her to the skin instantly. She closed the car door. The car covered her with water when it drove away quickly.

Boyce was living in a building instead of in a residential area. The entrance was closed, and she could not enter the building. There was no place around to hide from the rain.