Once An Uber Driver, Now A Trillionaire!

2. Betrayed!

Tyler couldn’t believe what he was hearing. After six years of loyalty, six long years of pouring his sweat and energy into this organization, he was being fired?

No. This had to be a mistake.

He had plans. Big ones. He was saving up to surprise his wife with a $500 gift, something she’d never expect. He needed this job more than ever.

Desperation twisted inside him. Without thinking, he dropped to his knees.

“Please, Sir,” he pleaded, his voice shaky. “It wasn’t my fault. They came at me first. I didn’t start the fight…”

“Like I said, Tyler. You’re fired. So keep that at the back of your mind. After tonight, you’re done with this company. Permanently.” Director Kim cut him off coldly, and turned to walk away.

But Tyler couldn’t let it end like that. He scrambled to his feet.

“The receptionist told me you wanted to see me. Was it… was it about this resignation letter?”

Director Kim paused, slowly turned, and shook his head.

“No, that’s not why I called you. But everything’s connected,” he said sharply. “Now go wait for me in my office.”

Swallowing hard, Tyler nodded and walked into the office. He had assumed that maybe Kim had called him in to praise his recent performance. Especially after spotting that new thumbnail banner with his picture at the company entrance.

But now? After being handed a dismissal notice?

All that hope had crumbled.

He sat and waited. Minutes dragged by like hours. The silence pressed down on him. Just when he thought he couldn’t take it anymore, the door creaked open and Director Kim finally entered.

Tyler stood to acknowledge him, but Kim ignored the gesture entirely.

They both sat down.

Without saying a word, Director Kim reached into a drawer, pulled out a gift bag, and handed it to Tyler.

“Here. Take this,” he said bluntly.

Tyler accepted the bag, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Sir… what’s this for?”

Kim leaned back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other. “I don’t have much to say. That bag holds something special. It has some clothes in it.

Tyler looked down at it, his curiosity growing.

“Wear them to the 22nd Annual Company Celebration tonight,” the director continued. “For reasons I can’t explain, the main host requested your presence personally. So you’ll attend.”

There was a pause. Then Kim’s expression hardened.

“But remember this! Once the celebration ends, you’re out of this company. After tonight, you no longer work here.”

“End of discussion. You may leave.”

Tyler stood, bowed respectfully. “Thank you, sir… for still allowing me to attend the party.”

Without another word, he turned and left the office.

As soon as he stepped outside, a wave of mixed emotions washed over him. He was fired, but still invited to the party? And by the most important host of the event?

He couldn’t hide the growing excitement in him.

Maybe this is it, he thought. Maybe this is the opportunity I’ve been waiting for.

With renewed energy, Tyler threw himself back into work, driving customers to their destinations, as if nothing had changed. For a while, he even forgot he was no longer employed.

Night came in faster than expected.

When his shift ended, Tyler rushed home. He quickly freshened up, the excitement still buzzing inside him as he slipped into the expensive outfit Director Kim had given him. It fit perfectly, like it had been made for this moment.

He couldn’t help but smile at his reflection. This night had to be special. He was ready.

But just as he was about to step out the door, his phone rang.

Frowning, he checked the screen. Dozens of missed ride requests. He had ignored them all except one. And now, that single customer was calling.

He answered quickly. “Hello, good evening. Please, how may I be of service?”

The voice on the other end was sharp and commanding. “You're late, young man! I made my booking since 7 A.M. You were supposed to pick me up at 7 P.M. I’ll ignore your stupidity this once but can you get here now? I will not be late to my event.”

Caught off guard, Tyler blurted out, “Okay, sir!”

He blinked after saying it. The man sounded powerful. Too powerful to upset. Even if he’d been fired, his paycheck could still be slashed. That was the last thing Tyler needed.

So, instead of heading straight to the event, he redirected his route and sped to the pickup location.

To his surprise, the ride address led him to the luxurious entrance of the city's most elite hotel—Cloud Nine H&S.

Only the insanely rich stayed here. Tyler blinked in confusion.

Why would someone who pays $100 million an hour for a suite need a ride?

Just as he pondered that, a knock tapped on his window. Tyler turned and immediately recognized the figure standing outside.

He wore sunglasses worth more than most people earned in ten lifetimes. A designer suit, slicked hair, and that unmistakable presence.

Tyler’s heart nearly stopped.

“Mr. Perry Winter?” he gasped, jumping out of the car. “You… you’re the one I’m driving?”

Perry, the richest potter in J City, simply stepped back, avoiding contact.

“We’re here for business. Don’t make this awkward,” he said, voice cool and crisp.

“Of course, Sir,” Tyler stammered. “It’s just… I’ve always admired you. You’re a huge role model to me.”

Perry pulled out a phone encrusted with rare diamonds. “People like you who are miserable and poor have no right to admire people like me. Your poverty is contagious. Don't get too close.”

Tyler lowered his head. “Apologies, Sir.”

He opened the back door, and Perry climbed in without another word.

Just as Tyler went back to the driver’s seat, Perry’s voice cut through the silence.

“Don’t drive yet, scumbag. Someone else is coming.”

“Yes, Sir,” Tyler replied instantly, keeping his posture still and obedient.

A moment later, Perry spoke again in a more serious tone.

“The person joining us is extremely important. Whatever happens in this car stays in this car. No turning back. No mirror peeking. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” Tyler answered, fixing his eyes on the road ahead.

Just then, the back door clicked open, and someone climbed into the seat beside Perry.

A strong wave of perfume drifted through the car, the moment she entered.

It was sweet, familiar, and luxurious. Tyler had perceived them before but couldn't tell where.

He stiffened, keeping his eyes forward like Perry had instructed, hands tightening around the steering wheel.

But then… she spoke.

"I'm so sorry for keeping you waiting, my love,” the woman said, her voice smooth and teasing. “I had to look perfect tonight. I'm planning to humiliate someone... someone very close to me.”

Perry chuckled. “Don’t worry, baby. I can’t wait to finish what we started. Let's continue already”

Then came the sound of locking lips. They were kissing!. Loud and wet.

Tyler’s fingers trembled.

Then the woman’s voice dropped lower, more sultry. “I can only give you a blow job while we’re in this car,” she whispered seductively. “Hope you enjoy it.”

Tyler’s chest tightened. That voice. The accent. The way she giggled between moans, burned into his memory. He knew that voice. He has heard it before.

“I said start the car, driver,” Perry moaned, now clearly in the middle of something.

Trying to block it all out, Tyler began to drive, eyes locked forward.

But the woman didn’t stop. In fact, her moaning grew louder. “Yes, baby! That’s it… just like that. Only you make me feel this way.”

Every breath she took, every groan that escaped her lips, dug into Tyler’s brain. Something wasn’t right.

His mind raced. Where have I heard that voice before?

He couldn't take it anymore. He moved his legs to the brakes and the car immediately came to a halt

Without thinking about the consequences, Tyler turned around.

And his entire world collapsed.

In the back seat, tangled up in Perry’s arms, was Rebecca Amore Cruz! His wife.

She was laughing, moaning, and allowing Perry to touch her in ways Tyler never imagined anyone else would.

Right there. In his cab.

His wife.

Cheating.

With another man.

And not just any man but with Perry Winter!