Claire turned her head in disbelief and peered into the vehicle. The moment she locked eyes with Wilbur, a massive sigh of relief escaped her lips.
The cab driver was still groveling. "I'm so incredibly sorry! My passenger was in a rush, and I accidentally bumped your car. It wasn't intentional, I swear!"
Wilbur had originally planned to handle it strictly by the book, but his expression shifted when he saw Claire. "You're the passenger?"
She nodded. "Yeah."
"Then don't worry about it." He turned to the cab driver. "Is your car still drivable?"
The driver glanced at his crushed front bumper. "I'm afraid not."
There was a distinct difference in build quality between the two vehicles.
His hood was completely crumpled, while the Maybach merely had a scratch on its protective film.
Wilbur instructed his own driver to stay behind and sort out the insurance details.
He stepped out of the car and looked at Claire. "Where are you headed? I'll give you a ride."
Claire was desperately pressed for time, so she didn't refuse.
But before getting in, she turned to Wilbur's driver. "I'll cover the repair costs. Please front the money for now and send me the bill later."
The cab driver looked ready to weep with gratitude.
Wilbur slid behind the wheel to drive her himself.
On the way, he asked, "Isn't today your best friend's birthday? Are you rushing to the InterContinental Hotel? It's a bit early for that, isn't it?"
He was in town for Noreen's party too, so he naturally assumed she was heading to the same venue.
But Claire shook her head. "I'm not going to the hotel. I'm rushing to meet Felix."
Wilbur's grip on the steering wheel unconsciously tightened.
He paused for a few seconds before asking, "Oh, finalizing the divorce?"
She shook her head again. "No. Canceling it."


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