Chapter 34

Just looking at me seemed to infuriate Racquelle, who either hit or insulted me at every opportunity. When I asked her where to go, she yelled, “It’s my birthday today! Don’t you know where we’re supposed to go?”

The real reason she made me drive was this: In her eyes, watching me get criticized in front of others brought her more joy than any expensive gift. This sadistic woman probably couldn't sleep at night if she hadn't tormented me.

I nodded and drove her to Club 11. Every year for her birthday, she invited her friends to drink and party here—it had become her tradition. However, the ride wasn't just for transportation; it was another opportunity for her to humiliate and abuse me.

In the backseat, Racquelle lounged against the leather seat, occasionally kicking my seat and muttering. She shouted, “Turn down the AC. Are you trying to give me a cold?”

After I adjusted the air conditioning, she smacked the back of my head. “Are you deaf? I said turn it down, not off! It’s blazing hot outside. Are you trying to suffocate me?”

I replied calmly, “I didn’t turn it off. I just lowered it like you requested.”

Racquelle kicked my seat again in a fury and snarled, “So, you’re talking back now? Joshua, you’re just my dog—you’re here to follow my orders, not argue with me. Got it?”

She had excelled at this kind of unreasonable behavior. It wasn't about the air conditioning—she just wanted an excuse to lash out at me.

Her constant harassment made it difficult to concentrate on driving. I took several sharp turns, causing her head to bang against the window. She let out a pained yelp before slapping me hard across the face.

“Are you trying to kill me, Joshua? You’re so useless that you can’t even drive properly! You’re nothing but worthless trash who can’t do anything right!”

I glanced in the rearview mirror and replied calmly, “Ms. Smith, please calm down. I’m driving, and if you want to arrive at our destination safely, please stop distracting me.”

My words only enraged her further, and she retorted, “Are you threatening me?”

I shook my head and replied, “I’m just stating facts. If you want to continue, we can both die together. My worthless life isn’t as precious as yours anyway.”

That finally shut her up. It was one thing for her to harass me normally, but it was stupid for her to do so while I was driving. Did it not even cross her mind how dangerous it could be?

We soon arrived at the club. Racquelle got out immediately, sauntering through the crowd on the dance floor, unbothered by the men trying to press against her. I quickly followed behind, only to be scolded again.

“Why are you so slow? Keep up!” she snapped.

I quickened my pace and followed her to a VIP booth where about six girls were already seated. They were all dressed to the nines in designer clothes and heavy makeup—Racquelle’s party friends, all fellow wealthy heiresses.

These gatherings were nothing but shallow displays of wealth and beauty competitions. When they saw Racquelle, her friends jumped up.

“Racquelle, you’re here!”

“Did you bring your pet dog with you?”