Hot Driver - S01 E97

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Hot Driver - S01 E97

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 97

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Prestige High School – Graduation

Hazel clung to Luis’s arm as they posed for photo after photo, both of them at the very top of their graduating class, neither bothering to hide the relationship they’d stopped hiding months ago.

Nearby, Eloise and Jason posed for their own photos, their relationship every bit as loud and affectionate as Hazel and Luis’s had become.

“You know,” Hazel said, admiring him, “you just keep getting cuter every single day. Our kids are going to be so cute too.”

“Let’s finish college first,” Luis said, laughing, pressing a quick kiss to her lips anyway.

“You keep growing more beautiful too,” she added, smiling. “I genuinely can’t wait.”

“Since we’re going to school in Canada,” Luis said, “I’m excited to see Ivory again. And I want to hold the babies — Rita and Rina. She’s basically abandoned Creston for Canada at this point.”

“Can’t wait either, baby,” Hazel said, and he kissed her once more before the photographer called them back into formation.

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A Bar – Same Day

Curtis wiped down the counter for the third time in ten minutes, more out of habit than actual need, the bar mostly empty this early in the afternoon.

No steady job. No money that lasted more than a week. Every application he’d sent out over the past year had come back rejected, as though some invisible force had simply decided he’d used up every last drop of good fortune he’d ever have.

A customer approached the bar, and before Curtis could even greet him properly, his boss’s palm cracked hard across the back of his head.

“Faster,” his boss snapped. “You’re not being paid to stand there.”

Curtis said nothing. He simply nodded, swallowing the humiliation the way he’d learned to swallow everything else these days, and moved to take the customer’s order.

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Rodriguez Group of Companies – Same Afternoon

Baby Liam toddled unsteadily across the office floor, scattering a stack of papers off a low table with a triumphant, delighted shriek.

“Liam!” Abigail called, laughing despite herself, chasing after him while Tyler shook his head from behind his desk.

Their secretary knocked and poked her head in. “You have a visitor.”

Curtis stepped through the door a moment later, disheveled, thin, nothing left of the man who’d once carried himself with such careless confidence.

He explained everything — the arson, the order he’d given to burn Tyler’s old mansion, and the cruel irony of his own house burning down in return, his wife’s parting message, everything he’d lost since.

Abigail listened, arms crossed, expression unmoved.

“You’re forgiven,” she said finally, “in the sense that we’re not going to press charges. You burned our house down, and we’re still just as rich as we ever were. But you — you became a rat, wandering around, begging for food. We don’t need to arrest you, Curtis. Karma already locked you up.”

“Get your dirty self out of my office,” Tyler added flatly, not even bothering to look up from his desk.

Curtis left in tears, the door clicking shut behind him with quiet, absolute finality.

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