When They Beg I Rise (Lemira) novel Chapter 819

Lemira was struggling to keep her emotions in check again.

But compared to the last time, she had grown noticeably steadier.

“Hold on, I’ll have my people move in right away.”

Orion quickly instructed his team to launch the operation. After all, everyone’s attention had been on the dealership lately—they weren’t about to let anyone slip through the net.

Once he’d finished giving orders, he spoke into the phone again. “I didn’t expect you’d get the sketch so fast.”

“I didn’t either. I owe a lot to our Evander for that.”

Lemira was walking alone down the street, planning to call a ride once she got farther away.

Hearing her unhurried tone, Orion couldn’t help asking, “Where are you?”

“I’m outside, about to hail a cab. Now that I’ve got the sketch, I don’t want to stay at the Langston house or see any of them a moment longer.”

All Lemira could think of now was catching Evelina’s father as soon as possible.

She wanted to see the murderer brought to justice with her own eyes.

But Orion was more worried about her safety. “Don’t call a cab. Wait for me—I’ll pick you up, and we’ll go together.”

“Alright.”

Lemira didn’t refuse; after all, she was planning to meet up with Orion anyway.

That night, Lemira stood by the roadside just outside the gated community, waiting for Orion to arrive.

Most people who lived here had their own cars, so there was pretty much no public transit and ride-hailing was the only option.

Lemira canceled her ride request on the app, and stared up at the sky for a while, lost in thought.

After all she had been through—this life and the last—at last she would have revenge.

“Just get in, like you were going to. I’ll take you where you need to go and you pay me the fare directly.”

“But someone’s already coming to pick me up. I don’t need a ride anymore.”

Seeing how persistent the driver was, Lemira didn’t want to escalate things. “Look, if you’re worried about losing out, the app has cancellation compensation for late cancels, right? I can just send you a small tip through the app. Would that work?”

Even though she hadn't actually canceled late, she figured if a small tip could solve it, why make a fuss?

“That’s not enough! What’s a few bucks supposed to do for me? Your ride hasn’t arrived yet—why not let me drive you?”

He seemed oddly insistent that she get in the car.

It was at this point that Lemira really looked the driver up and down. “I don’t need a ride from you. If the tip isn’t enough for you, then never mind.”

The driver grumbled, “Why are you being like this? Think you’re too good for regular working people? If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have wasted my time on this empty run. Just my luck—what a terrible day.”

Listening to the driver mutter under his breath, Lemira started to feel suspicious.