She Thought He Was a Poor Taxi Driver… He Was a Billionaire, but Why Was He Hiding His Identity?
Chapter 5
Rachel stood in the foyer.
She stared at the marble floors.
The art.
The glass staircase.
The city skyline through the windows.
“This is your house?”
“Yes.”
She laughed.
“You really are terrible at explaining yourself.”
Ethan smiled.
“Probably.”
“You’re not just wealthy.”
“No.”
“How wealthy?”
He hesitated.
“Enough.”
She rolled her eyes.
“That tells me nothing.”
“My personal net worth is around three point eight billion.”
Rachel stared.
“You said you were a logistics consultant.”
“I am.”
“You own the logistics company.”
“Yes.”
She laughed.
“You’re unbelievable.”
Ethan smiled.
“I’ve been told.”
Rachel walked toward the window.
“Why hide all this?”
Ethan’s expression became serious.
“Because when my father became famous, our family stopped being a family.”
He explained the media attention.
The lawsuits.
The people who suddenly wanted something.
His mother’s death.
The business war that followed.
“I learned that people see the money before they see you.”
Rachel looked at him.
“I’ve been seeing you for weeks.”
“Yes.”
“That’s why you drove the taxi.”
“Yes.”
She smiled.
“You wanted to know who I was before I knew who you were.”
“Exactly.”
Rachel was quiet.
Then:
“Do you regret telling me?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because you haven’t changed.”
She smiled.
“I still think you’re strange.”
“Good.”
That night, they had dinner at home.
No staff.
No formal table.
Just two people cooking.
Rachel laughed when Ethan burned the pasta.
“You have billions and can’t cook.”
“My chef usually handles this.”
“That explains it.”
The moment felt normal.
Then Ethan’s phone rang.
His expression changed.
“What?”
He listened.
“Where?”
He stood.
Rachel watched.
“What happened?”
“Daniel Price was found.”
“Alive?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“Outside the city.”
Daniel had been attacked.
He was unconscious in a hospital.
Before losing consciousness, he had given police one sentence.
“Graham isn’t working alone.”
Rachel looked at Ethan.
“Who else?”
Daniel had named one person.
A member of the board.
Victoria Hart.
Ethan knew her.
She had been his father’s longtime adviser.
His mother’s close friend.
His family had trusted her for decades.
Rachel saw his face.
“You know her.”
“Yes.”
“Do you trust her?”
Ethan hesitated.
“I used to.”
They went to the hospital.
Daniel was awake briefly.
He whispered:
“She knows about the old account.”
“What account?” Ethan asked.
Daniel looked at Rachel.
Then at Ethan.
“Your mother.”
Ethan froze.
“What about her?”
“She left something.”
“Where?”
Daniel began coughing.
Then said:
“Old train station.”
His condition worsened.
The doctors rushed him away.
Rachel looked at Ethan.
“What did he mean?”
Ethan stared through the hospital window.
“I don’t know.”
But deep down, he did.
His mother had once told him that if anything happened to her, he should look near the old station.
He had forgotten.
Or maybe he had buried the memory.
Now it had returned.
