Chapter 146: A Lift?

"Bye!!" Simon shouted through the window as the school bus quickly departed.

Curling his lips at the raised middle finger, Miles turned toward the Sunflower Estate security post and suddenly felt aggrieved that Hannah hadn’t come to pick him up today.

’Doesn’t matter. I’ll use it as exercise. Besides, I have been doing this for years—rather, days. Two days aren’t enough to pamper me to that extent.’

Thinking about it, he walked forward after adjusting his backpack.

Upon sighting him, the estate security made no sign to stop him. But just as he was about to walk past them toward the gate, the sharp sound of screeching tires forced him to take a step to the side. Frowning, he glanced over and saw a black Ford Mustang Dark Horse stealthily pulling up to the standing security guard.

’Huh? Isn’t that Mr. Marcus’s?’

Stunned, Miles recognized the vehicle as he recalled the flamboyant man who brought home countless women each day. Surprisingly, the vehicle seemed to have a new owner. Based on what he knew about the man, Mr. Marcus was selfish and wouldn’t lend out his car to a woman he brought over for a one-time fling.

’She looks good.’

In an instant, Miles made a swift appraisal of the woman’s features. She looked to be in her late thirties, Mexican—

’Is she Arabian?’

Surprised by how luscious and black her hair was, Miles couldn’t affirm his earlier judgment.

’She looks somehow familiar... forget it. She’s probably another neighbor’s wife. Besides, it’s a big, rich neighborhood; this kind of car isn’t that much of a flex.’

Deciding to drop the thought, he withdrew his gaze and resumed walking forward, only to hear a muffled shout of his name.

’Huh? Did I hear wrong?’

Back in the vehicle, Jazmín had been jolted by the screeching tires just now, her focus interrupted from her phone screen.

"Oh gosh, Mom, take it easy." Jazmín swept the boutique bags scattered by her side over the seat and revealed a soft smile.

Shifting her gaze to the standing security officer, who was apologizing for not knowing they had just moved into the estate, she rolled her eyes. She was about to focus back on her phone screen to talk to Alice about the birthday party tonight when she suddenly spotted a familiar uniform.

"Ahh."

Her eyes intricately constricted and zoomed in on the lone figure. Following a light gasp of surprise, her excitement exploded as she recognized the person.

"Miles!" she blurted out loud, jolting her mother, Yasmin, who was behind the wheel.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Yasmin glanced at her, a mix of anger and displeasure on her face as she raised her brows.

But Jazmín didn’t seem to care.

"Hurry, Mom. Stop so we can give him a lift." She excitedly tapped her mother’s shoulder. Her phone dropped, but she didn’t care.

Despite her displeasure, Yasmin was still interested in the reason her daughter had lost her cool. She looked over and caught sight of a lone figure walking into the estate, paying no heed to his name being called out just now.

"Oh." Yasmin squinted her eyes, and a playful smile crossed her lips. "Who is he? Don’t tell me you’ve gotten yourself a new boyfriend on your second day and invited him over?"

Teasingly casting a side glance at her daughter in the rearview mirror, Yasmin resumed studying Miles’s appearance.

Meanwhile, Jazmín rolled her eyes in an exaggerated manner. Her voice filled with excitement the next moment.

"No way. Do you know him? He’s my classmate and also happens to be our neighbor. I saw him last night; he lives at the house after ours."

The moment she said that, Yasmin’s attention was fully captured. Her eyes shone with a strange light, and she turned to give Jazmín a serious glance.

Was she joking?

"The house after ours?"

Jazmín nodded in confirmation, not knowing her mother’s thoughts.

"Hurry, Mom. Let’s give him a lift. This will give me a chance to talk to him. I haven’t talked to him all day," Jazmín urged.

Shaking her head, Yasmin had no choice but to quickly step on the accelerator once more.

Screech!

"Miles!"

Just as he walked into the estate, there was a screeching sound and a voice calling his name.

’It’s real?’

Realizing he hadn’t misheard, Miles stopped in his tracks and glanced back. It was the same Ford Mustang pulling toward him.

’Perhaps...’

Knowing he had no friends or a neighbor who knew his name, Miles’s heart skipped a beat at the thought of his eldest sister returning. But to his dismay, the car pulled up to his side, and it wasn’t the two people he expected. In fact, they were total strangers.

He was about to withdraw his gaze when he suddenly realized that one person actually appeared familiar.

Jazmín’s eyes lit up the next moment. "Miles, it’s me, Jazmín."

Even if she hadn’t said her name, Miles remembered the new transfer student who wanted his seat.

’What’s she doing here?’

Having never had a classmate live so close to him, he was at a total loss on how to react.

’Wait, she’s a new transfer student... so she just moved here?’

Despite that, Miles didn’t connect it to Mr. Marcus’s home having a new occupant.

"Yes. The new transfer student?" Sounding doubtful, he shifted his gaze to the lady behind the wheel, catching her dazed eyes. ’Is she her sister or mother?’

"Good day," Miles greeted, omitting a formal salutation.

"Oh, hey, how are you?" Yasmin forced herself to reply while trying to regain her composure.

’That brat. No wonder she acted insane,’ Yasmin thought, suddenly understanding why her daughter had been so impatient earlier. ’With a face like this... even I am drawn in. Why wouldn’t she be? He’s just so handsome.’

Also recalling that Miles was from the other house, she inwardly squirmed with excitement to see what his father was actually like—the man from last night who had mercilessly pounded his wife.

"Do you want a lift?"