With a dismissive turn, the man walked away, leaving William behind.


    Struggling to keep up while limping, William cursed under his breath, “Hey, you bastard! Give me back my money! Hey! I’ll f*cking kill you!”


    “Crazy!”


    Ignoring him, the man climbed into his tow truck and drove off.


    William shot a furious re at the truck as it disappeared into the distance. Chasing after it was impossible, and his anger quickly morphed into a deep sense of despair.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    His immediate and pressing concern was how he was going to deal with a staggering five hundred thousand dor debt.


    It felt like his entire world was copsing around him.


    In that moment of despair, his thoughts turned to Juanita, his girlfriend.


    As an orphan with no family to support him, he hade to see Juanita as his only connection to family.


    Faced with such a significant setback, he felt a desperate need to see her, to find sce in herforting presence.


    Determined, he wiped the sweat and dirt from his face with his shirt, limped over to themunity entrance, and hailed a taxi.


    Initially, the taxi driver hesitated, eyeing William’s disheveled appearance warily. But William grasped the rearview mirror and shouted, “If you don’t take me, I’ll file aint that’ll ruin your career!”


    Startled, the driver quickly changed his mind and allowed William into the car, driving him toward the neighborhood where Juanita lived.


    However, William waspletely broke and had no way to pay for the fare. An idea began to form in his mind. He remembered a narrow, winding alley close to Juanita’s house, one that was too tight for a car to enter. If he could convince the driver to stop there, he could slip into the alley while the driver was distracted and escape without paying.


    Resolute, he set his n into motion.<fne70e> The rightful source is find?novel</fne70e>


    As they neared Juanita’s house, William instructed the driver to stop at the alley. The driver switched off the meter and said, “That’ll be forty-five dors.”


    William nodded, then pulled out his phone. “I don’t have cash, but I can pay through an online transfer.”


    “There’s a QR code in the back seat; you can scan it,” the driver replied.


    Feigning the act, William pretended to scan the QR code, tapping his phone for a moment before dering, “Done! I just sent the money.”


    “No, I haven’t received any notification. I have a prompt for that,” the driver countered.


    “Maybe the connection is poor here. You should get it shortly,” William replied hastily.


    Without waiting for a response, he flung the door open and dashed into the narrow alley, feeling a surge of urgency.


    He believed he knew the alley well enough to evade the driver, but he had underestimated the toll of his injuries from earlier. As soon as he exited the car, his legs buckled, and a sharp pain shot through his abdomen, causing him to crumple to the ground.


    The driver, realizing William’s intent to flee, quickly exited the vehicle and approached him, fuming. “Oh, did you think you could run off without paying? Give me my money!”