Chapter 6
Helen had already set one foot into the Accord when she suddenly saw Matthew opening the door of the Maybach and she froze, while James and Liam were also wide-eyed. Matthew had actually borrowed this Maybach which was worth no less than five million? H-How is this possible?
The scene was awkward as everyone stared at Matthew as he sat in the driver's seat, who called out to them through the open window, "It's getting late now. Let's go quickly."
It was then that Helen caught up on the situation, gave her husband a look and they both immediately got out of the Accord. One must be kidding to choose an Accord over a Maybach! Would picking up Sasha in an Accord make her look good? Well, that depended on what was the competition! Compared to a Maybach, the difference was between Heaven and Earth!
Dumbstruck, Liam stood rooted on the same spot and didn't recover from his surprise for a long time. Soon after that, while they were seated in the car, Helen looked around the interior with curiosity and envy. Although she had no knowledge whatsoever about automobiles, she could tell that this was an extravagant vehicle.
It was extremely comfortable to relax on the genuine leather seats, making her feel as if she was enjoying first-class services of an aircraft, with many adjustable functions which she had never seen before.
The ambient lights were adjusted to just the right settings. While they were traveling on the road, it was so quiet without any external noises that one could even hear a pin drop. More importantly, the ride was incredibly smooth. Even when the surface of the road was uneven, those seated inside couldn't even feel the slightest bump. This was truly a luxury car!
Of course, James had more knowledge when it came to automobiles. From just one look, he could tell that this vehicle was way more expensive than his father's! After keeping his silence for a long while, he finally couldn't help but ask, "Matthew, where did you get this car from?"
Helen turned to look at Matthew. They both knew Matthew's situation very well; it was rare for him to even have a friend who actually owned a car, so where did he borrow this luxury car from?
"I borrowed it from a friend," Matthew replied softly.
"What friend? What's his name?" asked James hurriedly.
"You don't know him." That was all Matthew replied.
James pressed on with a few more questions, but Matthew merely gave him very curt replies, which disappointed James a little. From James' conclusion, this friend of Matthew's didn't seem like an honorable person at all. Or else, he wouldn't be so secretive about it.
“Matthew, a person should live an upright life. It's not a terrifying thing to be poor, but what's more terrifying is to live an empty life!" James said in the end nonchalantly, then he shut his eyes and stopped speaking.
Helen could vaguely understand what her husband meant and she cast Matthew another look of contempt.
When they reached the airport, it didn't take them long before a group of people came out and a woman was especially eye-catching among them. In a white blouse underneath a black jacket with a pencil skirt she was dressed in a standard business attire. With skin as fair as snow and a great figure, half of her face was behind her large sunnies, while the other exposed half was so delicately shaped that it made people envious.
This was Matthew's wife, Sasha Cunningham, who was once the number one beauty in Eastcliff! But now, there was an overdressed young man next to her. From the Armani clothes he was wearing to the Patek Phillipe watch on his wrist, it clearly showed that he came from an extraordinarily rich family. Francis Cooper was the name of this young man, who was also the heir to the Cooper Family in Eastcliff.
Froncis hod been wooing Sosho since o few yeors ogo ond often told people thot he would win her over one doy. It come os o surprise thot they both come bock on the some flight ond were even wolking together, which stung Motthew's heort even more, but Jomes ond Helen were olreody welcoming them.
"Oh deor, Young Moster Cooper! I'm so sorry to trouble you to toke core of Sosho!" Helen excloimed with o pleosing smile, thinking thot their fomily would definitely be oble to moke o comebock if Sosho were to morry Froncis. A look of contempt floshed on her foce ogoin when she compored the shobby clothes thot Motthew wos weoring; o vost difference stood between him ond Froncis like night ond doy. So whot i he could borrow o luxury cor? For Froncis' fomily, buying o Moyboch wos like buying o toy. Moreover, it would belong to themselves, so how could thot be compored to o borrowed cor?
Froncis smiled fointly. "Mrs. Cunninghom, you're too kind. It is my pleosure!"
Stonding next to them, Motthew's heort thumped o little horder os he list