"Alright," the driver grabbed Jackson's car door handle. "They owe me for the ride. You seem pretty well-off, why don't you help your friends and pay up?"

Jackson raised an eyebrow. "They owe you money?"

The driver insisted, "That's right."

Jackson asked, "How much?"

"With the waiting fee and emotional distress, it's two thousand bucks!"

"I thought it was a lot, but it's just two thousand..."

Jackson glanced at Sophia, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

Sophia seemed to flinch under his gaze ...