"Driver, can you go faster!"
Faye Vaughn urged anxiously.
She was afraid Wyatt Hawthorne's men were chasing them.
"Miss, where are you headed? I need an address,"
the taxi driver asked.
Faye Vaughn thought for a moment before giving him an address. "Go here, please. And step on it. It's an emergency."
Liam Linden had regained some consciousness by now. His body was still incredibly weak, and his voice was barely audible. "Where... are you taking me?"
Faye Vaughn turned to him and snapped, "I'm taking you somewhere to sell you off."
She had risked seriously offending Wyatt Hawthorne tonight, but one look at the favorability rating above Liam Linden's head...
A negative number. -90%.
That put her in a foul mood. "Are you scared? I plan on selling you for a good price."
Liam Linden's voice was hoarse as he let out a weak, sarcastic laugh. "Trash like me? What kind of good price could I possibly fetch?"
