Chapter 590 Getaway in the Taxi

As soon as she left, Chandler hurried after her. “Meryl!”

Felix stood still, touching the blood at the corner of his lips with his fingers.

Chandler hadn’t held back.

Even though Felix had taken a hit, he didn’t feel he had lost. Chandler’s face wasn’t unscathed either.

Though Felix could now stand on his own, his body hadn’t fully recovered. A wave of weakness suddenly swept over him.

Felix frowned and gestured toward Rachel, who was still frozen in shock. “Come here and help me.”

Rachel snapped out of it.

Reluctantly and a little fearfully, she obeyed, moving closer to support him.

From this proximity, she noticed how striking Felix’s features were. Rugged and handsome, his raw charisma was undeniable.

Memories of their previous encounters suddenly pieced together in Rachel’s mind.

Realization dawned. Rachel suddenly realized why Felix had treated her that way.

Chapter 590 Getaway in the Taxi

Rachel’s voice was soft, almost teasing, as she stared at Felix. “You’re stealing Chandler’s girl, aren’t you?”

Felix’s eyes narrowed dangerously, his icy gaze making Rachel shrink back.

Remembering all the things Felix had done, she quickly swallowed the rest of her words and complied quietly, supporting his weight.

After a moment’s hesitation, Rachel said, “If you like Meryl, why not break off our engagement?”

Felix gave a cold laugh. “That’s not up to me. You’ll have to take it up with my father, Keith.”

Rachel froze. “Keith? Your father?”

She was taken aback. It never occurred to her that a man like Felix, so wild and untamed, would have his marriage arranged by his family…

Outside the music hall, Chandler finally caught up to Meryl.

She still wore Felix’s coat, a detail that only fueled Chandler’s irritation.

Taking a deep breath, he blocked her path. “What’s going on between you and Felix?”

Meryl didn’t answer. Instead, she waved down a passing taxi and got inside.

Chandler followed immediately.

Chapter 590 Getaway in the Taxi

But before he could get in, the driver hit the gas, and the car sped away.

“Miss, is the guy in that car your boyfriend?”

The driver glanced at the luxury car trailing them in his rearview mirror.

The Porsche, with excellent performance, steadily followed the taxi.

“I’m just saying,” the driver continued, sounding like an old hand in these situations. “For rich folks, time is money. If he’s willing to spend this much time chasing you, it means he really cares.”

The light ahead turned red. The driver could have easily run it, but he chose to slow down.

“Look at that! Who would drive a Porsche like that just to chase after a girl? If it were me, I’d be bragging about it forever.”

Meryl bit her lip. Memories of freezing in the music hall while Chandler spent time with Rachel flashed through her mind. Her frustration grew.

The driver glanced back with a knowing smile. “No point running like this. How about I stop the car so you two can talk it out?”

Meryl rubbed her temple in exasperation as the taxi came to a halt.

The Porsche pulled up behind them, and Chandler stepped out.