The Billionaire Ex-Wife and the Beggar He Became novel Chapter 38

"I'm so sorry! Are you alright? This is all my fault—if you need anything, I'll take care of it. I'll pay for your car repairs, too." Winona spoke with her usual clarity, her voice steady even in the face of chaos.

"I'm not worried about me!" The driver shot her a glare. "But our boss was in the backseat without a seatbelt—he hit his head!"

Winona turned quickly to the luxury sedan's back door, her tone both apologetic and sincere. "Sir, are you badly hurt? I'll call an ambulance right away and get you to a hospital."

She pulled the door open as she spoke.

Inside, a man sat with his hand pressed to his forehead, brow deeply furrowed. His voice was cool, laced with a dangerous edge. "In a rush to meet your maker, are you?"

Winona blinked, momentarily thrown. "Excuse me?"

As their eyes met, she was struck by the depth of his gaze—dark and bottomless, like a wolf watching its prey.

"It's you?"

"It's you?" They both blurted out at the same time.

"You know me?"

"You know me?" Again, their words collided in perfect unison.

The driver looked on, dumbfounded by their mirrored exchange.

Yves Prescott.

Thirty years old.

The youngest head of the influential Prescott family in Greenwood City.

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