Upon hearing her words, the driver's displeasure ignited a fiery anger within him.

Unknown to him, the platform had just sent him this order, which he failed to notice. Consequently, he took a wrong tum, blindly following the misguided navigation that led him onto the elevated highway. Already frustrated by the unprofitable trip, he now found himself faced with the peculiar passenger, adding to his vexation.

"Why are you so emotional? In the early hours, you're all wound up. It's rather suspicious. Do you believe yourself to be some sort of celebrity? What's wrong with me stealing a few more glances at you? Who knows, maybe you're a wanted criminal or a person of questionable character," he remarked, his voice tinged with suspicion.

Sarah suddenly realized her earlier outburst had been excessive. Her emotions had overtaken her rationality. Although the driver bore no resemblance to Mike in either voice or appearance, she couldn't help but experience a pang of rejection and an indescribable fear that she struggled to suppress.

“Stop! Stop! I want to get off!" she exclaimed, her desperation causing her to pound on the window.

The driver, upon hearing her plea, erupted in complete fury. He had come all this way to pick her up, solely for the sake of accumulating reputation points, and now she intended to disembark immediately, making a mockery of him like a clown.

"I traveled here specifically to fetch you. What is wrong with you? Are you toying with me?" His words dripped with resentment.

"Do you imagine yourself to be a heartthrob or something? Just because a man glances at you a few times, he should be enthralled by your presence? Are you crazy?"

The driver's furious curses echoed through the car as he slammed his foot on the brake pedal, his anger palpable.

However, the mere notion of letting her slip away so easily only served to further enrage him. The more he contemplated the situation, the more convinced he became that this woman was the sort who took pleasure in wasting other people's time and money on fruitless endeavors. Her intentions were undoubtedly malicious.

Consumed by anger, the driver abruptly turned around, reaching for his phone.

With a swift motion, he activated the camera and began recording a video of Sarah.

“Everyone, witness this person," he exclaimed, his voice dripping with disdain.

"She wraps herself tightly, behaves suspiciously, and intentionally leads others here under false pretenses. Shame on her!"

The moment Sarah caught sight of the camera lens pointed in her direction, a surge of panic shot through her. Her hair stood on end as she let out a piercing scream, her hand instinctively slapping the driver's phone away.

Unfortunately, the driver's grip on his device was less than secure, and he hadn't anticipated the woman lunging at him in a fit of excitement. Her slap caused his phone to slip through his fingers and soar out of the open window, shattering as it collided with the road below.

Cursing under his breath, the driver hastily unlocked the car and hurriedly retrieved his broken phone from the ground. Seizing the opportunity, Sarah flung the car door open and made her escape.

In the midst of collecting his shattered device, the driver realized the extent of the damage. The screen now lay black and cracked. Fuelled by a mixture of fury and determination, he wasted no time in pursuing Sarah without a second thought.

Sarah trembled as she quickened her pace, her gaze fixed firmly on the ground, afraid to glimpse at the approaching threat behind her.

She knew she couldn't outrun the driver, the vast disparity in their sizes leaving her at an obvious disadvantage.