She Tagged Her Boyfriend to Show Off, But I Stole Him Instead Chapter 2

Three days later, I opened Liam's chat box for the umpteenth time.

He still hadn't replied.

I wasn't surprised. From the information I had gathered these past few days, Liam was actually pretty clean when it came to his relationships with women.

Chloe tagging him was probably just a random joke; she knew Liam wouldn't be interested.

It's really quite strange. He's the heir to the Sterling family, and from the videos and photos I found, he's at least 6'2". Thanks to his movie star mother, he also has a face that could instantly debut in Hollywood.

For such a quintessential tall, rich, and handsome guy, his favorite activity wasn't picking up girls, playing with sports cars, or showing off his wealth. It was fishing.

Yeah, like an old man, setting up a fishing rod by the ocean or a pond and fishing all day.

Since sending a DM online clearly wasn't working, I looked up a lot of information about him, even following him to the bottom of his office building. Liam's life was very routine—just commuting between home and work, and dedicating one day every weekend solely to fishing.

After figuring out his quitting time, I drove my car behind his. Waiting for a red light, I pulled up behind his car and intentionally rear-ended him!

With a "bang," the car in front stopped.

Then, Liam, wearing a suit, frowned, got out, and knocked on my window.

I smoothed my hair, glancing at the rearview mirror out of the corner of my eye.

I had specifically hired a makeup artist who charged five figures to do my makeup, ensuring every single eyelash was exquisite while not looking like I was wearing much makeup.

Sure enough, when I opened the car door, Liam's furrowed brow relaxed a bit.

Chloe must know Liam likes my type, which is why she tagged him.

He might not be interested in me just because of a face, but at least he wouldn't feel disgusted by me.

I looked up, revealing a perfectly angled face, and apologized panickily:

"I'm so sorry, I'm a new driver. I was too anxious just now and didn't react in time. Are you okay?"

Liam shook his head, walked to the back of the car, and took a look:

"It's not very serious. Let's move the cars first so we don't block traffic, and we can just go through insurance later."

I nodded. The two of us waited by the side of the road for the insurance agent to finish the whole process. Then I naturally pulled out my phone, opened my Venmo QR code, and handed it to him:

"Let's add each other. We can contact each other if anything comes up!"

My attitude was too natural, giving him no chance to refuse. Liam paused for a moment, took out his phone, and scanned me.

"I'm really sorry about today. How about I treat you to dinner sometime?" I looked up at him.

"No need, the insurance is sorted out. Just contact me on WeChat if anything comes up." He rejected me as I expected, got in his car, and left.

I watched his car merge into traffic, holding my phone, a smirk playing on my lips.

Today's goal was achieved. I hadn't expected to get close to Liam so quickly; getting his contact info was already a success.

I like a challenge.

If he took the bait too fast, it wouldn't be fun.

I found all of Chloe's social media accounts. She seemed to really like Liam, with almost nine out of ten posts being about him.

They were blatantly filled with her infatuation with him.

The Vance family had been showing more and more signs of decline these past few years. If it weren't for the Sterling family's capital injection holding them up, they probably would have gone bankrupt long ago.

Chloe Vance.

I'd really like to see if she can still live so comfortably without Liam.

If God won't give her karma, I'll deliver it myself.