The Sweet Pursuit by Golden Autumn
Chapter 16

Everyone present was stunned by her actions, including Sherman.

The confident smile on Sherman's face slowly froze. He never expected that not only did Suzy not take the flowers, but she also left with his car as well.

At this moment, he was standing in the middle of the crowd and holding a flower in his hand. All of the crowd's attention was on him as though he was a fool.

Sherman's expression sank. His complexion turned from red to ashen, then from ashen to green due to anger. Annoyance and fury piled up in his chest. For a moment, he even had the urge to strangle Suzy to death. Who on earth did Sena ask him to deal with? It was no wonder she was willing to give up billions for this. Was she deliberately pulling a prank on him?

The onlookers were discussing spiritedly. Among them, an inconspicuous voice asked in a low tone, "Why does Suzy Shirley know how to drive a Rolls-Royce?"

Not just that, it was as if she was incredibly familiar with the car. Did she not come from a poor family?

Meanwhile, inside the Bentley, Jessie's expressionless face started showing slight astonishment. He said lightly, "Ms. Shirley is..."

After a short pause, Jessie continued to say, "...truly something else!"

One could assume that Sherman Miller had probably never faced such a defeat in his life.

George placed his hand down. After taking a glance at the sports car that had vanished on the road without a trace, he could not help but let out a smile. Sherman Miller from the Miller family?

George abruptly thought of something, and his eyes darkened. He took his phone out and dialed a number. It merely rang twice before the other party answered. There was undisguised excitement in her voice. "Georgie!" George immediately asked, "Did you instruct Sherman Miller to pursue Suzy Shirley?"

Sena seemed to be stunned for a moment. She never expected George to find out so soon. Not knowing how to explain this to him, she subconsciously denied it. "I didn't do it."

Then, Sena continued, "Who'd be able to ask someone like Sherman to do something? How on earth can I control who he likes?"

"It'd better not be you!" George's tone sounded light. "Stay away from Suzy and don't provoke her. Otherwise, don't blame me when I disregard the elders."

Sena was clearly choked up. Her voice became hoarse, filled with grievances. She was unwilling to accept this. "Do you like her that much?"

"That's none of your business!"

After George was done talking, he immediately hung up.

He had always hated being entangled. George was hoping that the matter regarding Sena would end right here so that he no longer had to use Suzy as a cover.

...

Ultimately, Sherman took a cab back to the Miller family's villa. The servant was a little surprised to see him come back so early. She went over, wanting to ask if Sherman would like something to drink. However, seeing the expression on his face, the servant quickly pretended to be busy with something and ran off.

Sherman's temperament was eccentric, and he was emotionally unstable. All of the servants would prefer not to bother him if they could.

He had truly never suffered such a treatment before. The women around him had always fawned over him. Even the rare few who would play hard to get would still be careful as to not actually annoy him. Yet today, Sherman was not only annoyed by Suzy. He was utterly vexed!

Suzy Shirley had truly left him with zero dignity!

He went upstairs to take a shower and changed into fresh clothes. Sherman was not in the right mood at all. While playing games, he was even severely insulted by his teammates.

Sherman threw his phone and suddenly thought of something else. How would Suzy return his car to him?

His car was a limited edition, and there were no more than two in the entire River City. Sherman simply could not bring himself to believe that Suzy would drive it home or look for a place to abandon it there.

Perhaps she would have to request help from the policemen, but they would not let her off the hook so easily. At that time, he could simply report the matter and it would be hard for Suzy to retain her innocence. That girl would ultimately have to come beg him!

When Sherman was cooking up a plan, he suddenly received an unknown call on his phone. He swiped his phone, and the person on the other line used a tone as if they were on official business. "Is this Mr. Sherman Miller?" Sherman showed a smug expression as if he had expected this. He leaned on the sofa and said languidly, "Who is this?"

"Hello, Mr. Miller. I'm a traffic police officer on West City Road. We saw a car on the side of the road just now. After checking the license plate number, we found that it belongs to you, Mr. Sherman Miller. You see, you can't be selling flowers on the roadside. Please have the car be moved as soon as possible."

Sherman frowned at this. "Selling flowers? What flowers?"

"Well..." The traffic police officer hesitated for a while before continuing, "It'd be better if you come to take a look for yourself, Mr. Miller!"

Sherman hung up the phone and went to the garage to take another car. After leaving the villa, he quickly stepped on the gas.

Half an hour later, Sherman was looking at his sports car that was driven away by Suzy earlier. He immediately appeared sullen.

The car was parked on the side of the road, and there was a piece of paper on it. The sentences written on the paper were: [Flowers for sale. A dollar per stalk. Cash only and self-service.]

Half of the precious roses inside the car were gone by now, and there was a pile of change thrown on the passenger seat. Meanwhile, the keys to the car were underneath the bills.

There were very few people who still carried such small change with them these days, so some people saw a business opportunity here. They held a stack of dollar bills next to the car for customers who were interested in buying the flowers. The price was clearly stated. There was a Venmo QR code, and customers needed to transfer a dollar 20 to get a dollar in cash.

There were quite a lot of people who were exchanging money through this method. There were five or six people around the guy with the bills. After getting the roses, they tossed the money inside and took the roses. This happened right in front of Sherman's eyes.

The traffic police officers were attracted to the scene because it was so lively.

Sherman was almost laughing out loud from anger. How great! A supply chain was being formed!

When someone else was coming over to buy some roses, Sherman glared at them and they walked away while muttering, "How can a florist be so rude?!" Sherman, "..."

The traffic officer originally wanted to give Sherman a lecture or two, but seeing the expression on his face and how luxurious his car was, it seemed that there was another reason for the incident. Thus, he chose not to say anything else. The officer merely told Sherman to drive the car away as soon as possible.

Sherman suppressed the anger that was exploding out of his chest and called his driver to pick up the car.

At this moment, the boy who provided others the service of exchanging bills came over and looked up at Sherman, who was about six foot one. He asked, "Are you Uncle Sherman? That's my family's store over there."

The boy was about 11 or 12 years old. He pointed to a convenience store on the side of the road and continued, "A beautiful lady came to buy water before this and told me that I can help people exchange cash for some pocket money." Sherman narrowed his eyes, grabbed a handful of cash from the car, and stuffed it into the boy's hand. "What else did she say?"

The boy put the money in his pocket and grinned. "The lady said that I should keep an eye on the car while I'm making money. I can go home when a fierce and angry uncle comes over to get it back." Sherman, "..."

Fierce and angry?

Suzy had even predicted his expression, huh? However, she was always out of his expectations!

Inexplicably, the anger in his chest dissipated. Instead, fighting spirit was surging within him. Sherman was simply in disbelief that he could not handle a little girl.

Sherman patted the boy's head with a sneer on his face. "Alright. You can head home!"

The boy ran off happily and excitedly with his ample profit.

Just at this time, Sena called to ask him, "Did you succeed?"

Sherman said angrily, "It's only been two days! What's the hurry?!"

Afterward, Sherman immediately hung up.

With a gloomy expression, he sat in his car. Just then, his phone rang again. He thought it was Sena again, and Sherman's face sank. When he took his phone out, it was actually Cameron Sawyer. Cameron was asking him to head to Kelsen.

It was already dark when he arrived, and when Sherman pushed the private room door open, the sound inside was deafening. The smell of alcohol hit his nostrils. The people inside were indulging in a life of luxury and intoxication. As soon as he entered, the people playing cards, singing, and holding the women around them all stood up. They greeted him one after another and gave up the middle seat for Sherman.

Sherman sat down and waved his hand to signal them to continue with what they were doing. The private room immediately became lively again.

Cameron sat beside him and smiled, "What's the matter? Upset about something?"

He could already sense it over the phone.

"It's nothing!" Then, Sherman poured himself a glass of drink.

"There are a few newcomers here who haven't been touched before. Why not relieve your boredom?" Cameron smiled at him meaningfully.

Sherman glanced at him. "Is this the first day you met me?"

Cameron raised his eyebrows and put out the cigarette in his hand. "It's not because of that female student, is it?"

Sherman glanced over as if asking Cameron how he knew that.

Cameron chuckled. "You forgot that my sister goes to River U. I saw you in one of her Instagram stories. What's the girl's background? How dare she reject you, Sherman Miller?" Sherman gloomily held onto his glass and did not speak.

Cameron leaned closer and said, "Can I give you some advice?"

Sherman appeared disdainful. "You got all of your girls by spending money on them. This trick is useless on her!"

Cameron gnawed his teeth. "That's what you're clueless about. You can't use money on aloof girls. Otherwise, they'll think you're insulting her!"

Sherman looked over and said, "Then what should I do?"

"These kinds of girls study too much and have no social experience. They probably still feel a sense of heroism deep inside, so you need to find a chance to save her and make her feel that you have a noble personality. Only then will an opportunity come."

"That's useless." Sherman then told him about the first time he met Suzy.

"That doesn't count. A couple of girls don't count as a threat. You have to wait for her to be in real danger, when she's completely desperate and helpless." Cameron raised an eyebrow at Sherman maliciously. Sherman fell into deep thoughts, and after a while, he slowly curled his lips into a smile.