Part 1License to Save

I’m a world-renowned cardiothoracic surgeon. To facilitate my emergency surgeries across the state, the government issued me a specialized vehicle with the license plate "1111." It’s authorized for my use only.

Whenever this car hits the road, the traffic control system clears the way, giving me green lights and a police escort from start to finish.

Since receiving the car, I’ve kept it at my fiancé, Julian York’s, garage for maintenance. Until today.

I received an urgent call: a high-ranking official with top-secret clearance needed an emergency heart transplant.

I rushed to the York estate to pick up the car.

Just as I was about to leave, a strange woman yanked open the back door and slid inside.

"First, drop me off at the mall for my manicure," she demanded, not even looking at me. "Then pick up the gelato Julian ordered for me. If it melts even a little, I’ll kill you!"

"This is my car," I said, assuming she had made a mistake, keeping my voice calm. "I have an emergency and need to get to the airport. Please get out immediately."

She scoffed. "Pfft! A designated driver trying to act like an owner? Open your dog eyes and look at the license plate!"

"You're in the wrong here," the housekeeper chimed in, eyeing me with disdain. "Everyone in the city knows Mr. Julian loves taking Miss Sienna out in this car. No one dares to mess with it."

I froze. My fiancé dared to use this car to take her joyriding? This was… catastrophic.

…

Using this car without my permission was tantamount to misappropriating government property.

That’s a minimum three-year sentence.

Not to mention using it behind my back to chauffeur another woman. That just added insult to injury.

If the York family had any sense, they’d make Julian apologize profusely. For the sake of our engagement, maybe I could pull some strings and get him a lenient sentence.

However…

I looked at the woman lounging in the backseat like royalty.

This Miss Sienna, whoever she was, was beyond saving.

She refused to budge, and I didn't have the patience to argue. I looked away, started the engine, and prepared to head to the airport. Saving a life was the priority. I’d make Julian explain this mess to my face after the surgery.

The engine roared to life. I gripped the steering wheel, ready to go.

"Are you insane?!"

She screamed, lunging from the back seat to grab the wheel. "You dare drive without my permission?!"

The car swerved violently toward the wall!

At the last second, I slammed on the brakes and yanked the wheel back.

We careened off the path and crashed into a flowerbed, the engine stalling.

"Are you crazy??" I shouted, my heart pounding.

"Who told you to touch anything!" She rolled her eyes. "Do it again, and I’ll chop your hands off! Bitch!"

Ignoring her, I jumped out to inspect the dented hood.

Thankfully, the engine seemed fine. A miracle in the chaos.

Just as I was about to get back in, the York family bodyguards swarmed me, shoving me aside.

Under the woman’s triumphant gaze, they hopped into the driver’s seat.

"Offend Miss Sienna and think you can run?" they sneered. "We'll skin you alive today!"

I never expected the York family’s staff to obey her like trained dogs.

"Who is she?" I asked the housekeeper, who was watching the drama unfold with a smirk.

"You don't know Miss Sienna?" She looked at me like I was a joke. "She’s the intern assistant the Young Master dotes on most! She’s only been at the company a month, and he’s already bringing her home every night. He even ordered everyone to call her the Mistress of the house. We don't dare cross her. Who do you think you are?"

Mistress of the house?

I thought I misheard. Before I even married in, the York family already had a mistress?

"Don't you know Julian has a fiancée?" I couldn't help but ask.

"Pfft!" The housekeeper mocked. "The Young Master said ages ago that once that stupid woman marries in, she can get lost. He only recognizes Miss Sienna as the true mistress!"

Sienna relaxed, looking at me smugly, deliberately flashing the diamond ring on her finger.

I laughed in disbelief.

The York family was truly shameless.

If I had known Julian was this dirty, I wouldn't have touched him with a ten-foot pole.

I checked the time. Thirty minutes until the plane took off.

If I didn't leave now, I wouldn't make it.

"I'll remind you one last time," I said seriously. "You cannot afford the consequences of delaying my work. If you get out of the car now, I might put in a good word for you later."

Sienna’s eyes widened.

"A little driver whose yearly salary can't even buy one of my shoes!" she mocked. "Even if I beat you to death, I can afford to pay for your cheap life!"

I didn't have time to argue. Since she wouldn't give up the car, I decided to leave and hail a taxi. I'd coordinate everything else on the way, hoping to make it to the airport in thirty minutes.

Just as I reached the gate, a brutal kick landed in my stomach. My phone flew out of my hand.

Caught off guard, I was knocked to the ground.

My insides felt like they were being crushed.

A metallic taste rose in my throat, and I coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Sienna sashayed over and planted her stiletto heel on my face.

"Trying to leave without apologizing?"