Chapter 146: The Beautiful Reporter

He watched the mother and daughter walk into the departure hall. Miller Cutmore let out a sigh and climbed into his car, a tangle of feelings in his chest. He had just pulled the seat belt when the rear door flew open. A girl in a navy skirt suit, a travel backpack on her shoulders and a camera in hand, tumbled into the back seat. "Driver, go!" she blurted, face tight with urgency. Miller said helplessly, "Miss, this is my private car, not a taxi." "I know. It's money, right?" She yanked out...