HER PLANS

Jordan is indifferent to Layla's emotional distress as he shifts his attention to the taxi driver and calmly instructs, "Sir, give her your account number."

"Huh?" The taxi driver, puzzled by this unexpected turn of events, furrows his brow in confusion. Jordan had just asked Layla to pay him for his mental health, shouldn't he be the one giving her his account number? What does it have to do with him?

"I have no need for the money," seeing through the man's thoughts, Jordan clarifies with a smile. "The money was for you all along. I don't look sick, do I?"

"So you...," The taxi driver chokes on his words, his eyes suddenly welling up with tears. He can't believe Jordan lied just for him. First, he had made Layla send $200,000 to Natasha, which a hundred thousand dollars was for him and now he is having Layla send him another $100,000.

He is a grown-up man but he can't help feeling fuzzy inside. All his life, he has been the one taking care of himself, but in these few hours, Jordan
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