Alicia poured her heart out between dramatic sniffles, tears streaking her cheeks. The taxi driver's face softened—clearly swayed by her sob story.
"I became a housewife after marriage," she whimpered, twisting her sleeves. "I've got no skills! What if my husband cheats? I'd be ruined!"
Though the bald driver looked shady, Alicia knew better than to judge by appearances. The moment she finished, his face flushed with outrage, and he slammed the gas pedal.
"Buck up—don't waste tears on a dirtbag!" he growled. "I'll tail that bastard tight. Rich playboys make me sick!"
Alicia nodded meekly while mentally cheering. *Good. He's buying it—hook, line, and sinker.*
Meanwhile, Elvis swerved through traffic when Yuki's call finally connected. Her voice dripped acid. "So much for the *legendary
