The Enigma Called Greg

Chapter 3

Moments later, Eva and Ben stepped into the parking lot.

Not far off, Greg was already there, standing calmly as he waited for his chauffeur. The driver had dropped him off earlier and gone to handle an errand Greg had assigned.

After the wedding that never took place, Greg simply returned to the life he had always known before meeting Eva—a quiet, refined, and undeniably luxurious one.

The sun hung low, casting long shadows across the concrete.

Ben smirked as he unlocked his sleek car. “Let’s get out of here.”

Eva slid into the passenger seat, smoothing her dress with practiced ease.

Ben got in, started the engine—and shot out of the parking space without hesitation.

As he swung sharply into the lane, a loud honk rang out—but it was too late.

Scrape!

Metal dragged harshly against metal as the side of Ben’s car clipped the front bumper of another vehicle.

The car lurched to a stop.

Silence followed.

Then—

“What the hell?!” Eva snapped, her composure cracking.

Ben swore under his breath. “Relax. It’s nothing.”

“Nothing?” she shot back, staring at the damage. “You just hit that car!”

The other driver was already stepping out, furious.

“Are you blind?!” he shouted.

Ben scoffed, pushing his door open with forced confidence. “Calm down. I said I’ll handle it.”

The tension in the parking lot thickened, voices rising as the argument began to draw attention.

Then—

A low, smooth engine hum cut through the noise.

A long, sleek black car glided into the lot and came to a perfect stop beside Greg.

It wasn’t just expensive—it commanded attention without trying. Immaculately polished, tinted windows, its presence carried a quiet authority that went beyond wealth.

The rear door clicked open from the inside.

Greg’s assistant stood beside the car, one hand resting lightly on the door frame, her posture composed and assured.

“Sir, everything is ready,” she said, her tone calm and respectful.

Greg gave a single nod.

Not far from them, Eva’s voice faltered mid-sentence.

She had turned.

Ben followed her gaze—

—and both of them froze.

Even the driver they had collided with seemed to forget his anger for a moment, his attention drifting toward the car.

Eva blinked. “What… is that?”

Ben frowned, his eyes narrowing. “Probably a rental.”

But there was no confidence in his voice.

The assistant glanced briefly in their direction, her expression cool—almost faintly amused.

“Shall we?” she asked.

“Yes,” Greg replied.

Without another word, he stepped forward. The assistant held the door open, and he got in smoothly. She followed after him, closing it with quiet precision.

The car pulled away almost instantly—smooth, controlled, effortless.

And then—

There was silence!

Eva stared after it, her brows knitting together.

“That... that didn’t look like a rental.”

Ben scoffed, though a slight crease formed on his forehead. “Come on. You really think he became rich overnight?”

Eva hesitated.

The image replayed in her mind—the assistant’s poise, the car’s presence, the way Greg had carried himself.

There had been nothing forced about it.

Still—

She shook her head, more firmly this time.

“No. That’s impossible.”

She had known Greg her entire life. To her, he had always been nothing—struggling, and insignificant.

There was no way he suddenly owned something like that.

No way!

Ben seized on that doubt immediately. “Exactly,” he said, nodding. “It’s all acting. The idiot borrowed the car, and hired someone to act… anything to save face.”

Eva exhaled slowly, relief creeping back in.

“Yes,” she said, her voice steadier now. “That has to be it. That fool is just desperate… trying to impress me after everything.”

Her lips curled in disdain. “I’d rather deal with a complete psycho than ever go back to that shameless, pathetic loser!”

Ben chuckled and Eva joined him.

Soon, both of them were laughing—loudly, dismissively—as if what they had just seen was just fake and it meant nothing at all.

Without another glance, they turned away from the direction the car had gone and got back into their vehicle.

The other driver had already left, deciding the minor damage wasn’t worth the delay. He had a meeting to get to—and no time to waste on them.