Possessed No More: The True Star Returns to Claim Her Throne-Chapter 58: An Easy Profit of Over 20,000

Riley Perry took out her phone. "Let’s exchange contact info."

Her slender fingers opened up WeChat, scanned his QR code to add Samson Sinclair as a friend, and they also exchanged phone numbers. Samson, being tactful, then opened the car door and invited Riley Perry to get in.

Rhona followed her in and raised the partition inside the car. Then, with a shocked expression, she looked at Riley Perry. "Ria, you bought a car? And what’s with the driver?"

Riley Perry: "My sponsor sent it. The driver, too."

Rhona got excited. "Ria, that gentleman seems to care a lot about you~"

The last time Cole Sinclair had driven them to the airport, she had seen his true face. Handsome, distinguished, composed, and stoic—those were the labels Rhona had mentally attached to Cole Sinclair. But because Riley Perry hadn’t made any introductions, Rhona didn’t know his name.

Riley Perry: "What makes you say that?"

Rhona leaned close to Riley Perry’s ear and whispered, "I may not be a businesswoman, but I’m pretty observant. This guy, Samson... Sinclair, right? He looks like a professional bodyguard, but he’s been sent to be your driver. Isn’t the meaning obvious?"

’But the Sinclair Family? Could it be *the* Sinclair Family that she knew of?’

Riley Perry just smiled and didn’t say anything else.

Rhona, however, was lost in thought. ’If he really is who I think he is, that would be even better. As far as I know, President Sinclair is still single. If someone were to expose this relationship in the future, Ria could just say they were in a normal relationship.’

’Women in the entertainment industry are most afraid of getting caught in a sponsorship scandal, but there’s no problem if it’s a normal relationship, because that’s a person’s private affair.’

’Thank goodness.’

Soon, the car arrived at the film studio. After getting out, Riley Perry instructed Samson Sinclair, "Please take Rhona to the airport. Her flight is at nine. After you drop her off, you can go home and rest. I’ll call you ahead of time when I’m ready to leave."

Samson Sinclair nodded in acknowledgment.

Riley Perry got out of the car and started walking in. Just then, a black nanny van also pulled to a stop.

She recognized this vehicle. It belonged to none other than Top Actor Hughes.

Recalling the scene from the day before yesterday when she had fallen from mid-air and Samuel Hughes had run toward her with his arms outstretched, she felt she should still thank him.

Samuel Hughes quickly got out of the car. Today, however, he seemed a bit unhappy. The usual gentle smile was gone from his face, replaced by a rather gloomy expression.

"Best Actor Hughes, good morning."

Samuel Hughes glanced at the nanny van behind Riley Perry, then turned back to her. "Is this car yours?"

Riley Perry: "Yes, it is."

Samuel Hughes’s expression instantly grew even gloomier. He turned and left with his assistant.

Riley Perry: ...’Did I offend him again? But I didn’t do anything!’

’Is there something seriously wrong with him?!’

’Whatever. I just wanted to thank him. Since he doesn’t want to talk to me, I’ll just respect his wishes.’

Only after Riley Perry had entered the film studio did Samson Sinclair drive the car away. But he hadn’t gone two hundred meters before he stopped again. "Assistant Rhona, please get a taxi to the airport yourself. I can’t take you."

Rhona: ’The hell I’m Assistant Rhona! My surname isn’t Rhona!’

"...Why can’t you? Ria herself told you to take me to the airport. If you dare disobey, believe it or not, I’ll go tattle on you to Ria!"

Samson: ... ’The Young Master ordered me to be Miss Perry’s driver in public and her bodyguard in private. That doesn’t include chauffeuring some little assistant!’

He pulled a thousand yuan in cash from his pocket and handed it to Rhona. "I’ll cover the cab fare. Hurry up."

This made Rhona even angrier. ’Am I someone who’s short a thousand yuan? Or can I not afford a cab?’

"I’ll give you two thousand, now start driving!"

Few people carry cash these days, but she was an exception, often keeping twenty or thirty thousand yuan in her purse. She pulled out a stack of bills, counted out two thousand yuan, and slapped it into Samson Sinclair’s hand.

Samson: ’Am I someone who’s short two thousand yuan?’

"I’ll give you twenty thousand. Now hurry up and take a cab!"

Opening the glove compartment, Samson Sinclair pulled out two thick stacks of cash and tossed them to Rhona without hesitation!

Rhona: ...’Damn it, this is the first time anyone’s ever thrown money at me like this!’

’A driver is competing with me over who has more money?’

"I’ll give you two hundred thousand! Take me to the airport right now, or I’m telling Ria and having her tell your boss to fire you!"

Samson Sinclair: ...

He finally turned around to look at Miss Perry’s little assistant, whose face was red with anger. He looked her up and down a few times but couldn’t see anything that suggested she was rich. She was good-looking, though, with a decent figure and bright, sparkling eyes.

"Sorry, don’t get the wrong idea. It’s not that I don’t want to take you, but Miss Perry is in a special situation right now. After what happened to her the other day, my boss ordered me not to leave her side and to protect her at all times..."

Rhona’s angry expression immediately deflated. She quickly snatched back the money she’d given him, stuffed all the cash into her bag, and then ran out of the car like a gust of wind.

’A free twenty-thousand-plus yuan. It’d be a waste not to take it.’

Watching her back as she fled, Samson Sinclair suddenly felt like he’d been completely ripped off.

When Riley Perry entered the set, many crew members proactively greeted her. After all, falling from such a height and coming back to work after only two days of rest was just too professional!

Riley Perry greeted each of them in return, then changed into her costume and started her makeup. Just then, Rocco approached with a resentful look on his face.

"Ria, are you not going to let me be your assistant anymore?"

The makeup artist was applying her eyeshadow, so Riley Perry kept her eyes half-closed. "How could that be? I’m used to having you around. I wouldn’t want you to leave!"

"Then why didn’t you call me this morning?"

Rocco’s question made Riley Perry feel a tiny bit guilty. "Um... did I forget to give you back your car keys? How did you get here?"

Rocco looked at Riley Perry pitifully. "I took a cab. I’m not stupid enough to walk."

"Alright, alright. Here, Ria will send you a big red envelope. It’s just... I just took a fall a couple of days ago, right? My brain’s a little fuzzy, it’s on the fritz. I didn’t do it on purpose, okay?"

Riley Perry took out her phone and transferred money to Rocco. Ten thousand yuan, sent in a flash.

Rocco immediately stopped feeling sorry for himself.

’If getting forgotten once gets him ten thousand yuan, he’d hope for it to happen every day! Heh heh heh!’

The makeup artist behind Riley Perry looked on with envy. ’Does Ria need another assistant? I could do it part-time!’

...

In Samuel Hughes’s private dressing room, he sat motionless with his eyes closed, letting the makeup artist work on his face.

But his mind kept replaying a scene he had witnessed yesterday afternoon in the parking garage of the hotel where his friend was staying.

A familiar white SUV was parked in a corner of the garage. Next to it was a nanny van that didn’t have its license plates yet. As their car drove past, the nanny van was shaking continuously. Anyone with a bit of common sense would know what was happening inside that vehicle.

He hadn’t thought much of it at first. But when he arrived today, he saw Riley Perry get out of that very same unlicensed nanny van...