Afterwards, Lester Grant gave Matthew Carter a few more instructions.

Matthew Carter left the third floor, first went outside to buy some cheap food to fill his stomach, then headed to the drivers’ lounge on the first floor to check the details of the job in the files. Unlike what he remembered, there wasn’t a single person in the lounge—it seemed the company was experiencing a labor shortage.

Sitting on a chair, Matthew Carter opened the files and read them carefully, since it concerned his work for the night.

Actually, the job wasn’t complicated; in fact, it was relatively simple. A heavyweight client of the company named Jonny Lee Miller was planning to throw a party at his Malibu beach villa—a solo super wild party, the kind with one man and N women.

His job was to pick up female models who had business ties with the company from various places in Los Angeles in the afternoon, take them to Malibu, and then bring them back the next morning...

Closing the files and combining them with his memories, Matthew Carter understood: these female models, in some respects, were high-end escorts. Red Penguin Company provided high-end party services and also did some pimping on the side.

The company’s driver shortage probably wasn’t just because of the so-called stock market boom and people quitting to trade stocks; it was also related to the nature of this job. Anyone with a bit of ability or a way out wouldn’t want to do this kind of work.

But right now, he didn’t have the luxury to be picky.

After staying in the drivers’ lounge for a while and tidying up the files, Matthew Carter went to the underground parking lot, got into a Ford van, and drove onto the road.

At first, he drove very cautiously. After a while, he grew bolder; it seemed the previous driver’s memories had become entirely his own. Whenever he wanted, the relevant memories would surface immediately.

Matthew Carter drove west all the way. He had already planned the route: first to Westwood to pick up one person, then to North Hollywood for the remaining five, and finally straight to the Malibu beach mansion district.

After entering Westwood, the Ford van made several turns and soon stopped outside the yard of a beautiful two-story house. Matthew Carter looked at the spacious property and let out a long sigh. When would he ever be able to live in a house like this?

It was time to work hard!

He honked the horn. After a few seconds, the front door of the house was pushed open from inside, and a blonde girl in shorts and a T-shirt came out, waving at him through the iron fence of the yard.

“Give me ten minutes!” the girl shouted.

Matthew Carter rolled down the window and made an OK gesture.

The girl was very punctual. Just over ten minutes later, she came out of the house carrying a big bag and got into the van, sitting right next to Matthew Carter.

“Hi.” She looked sunny and cheerful. “I’m Rachel Adams.”

“I’m Matthew Carter.”

Matthew Carter turned to glance at her. The girl had long, slightly golden brown hair and had changed into formal attire. She had a slim waist and long legs. In every way, she was prettier and more energetic than the blonde woman he’d seen that morning.

Starting the car, he drove onto the road to North Hollywood, focusing on driving. The girl beside him seemed very outgoing and kept talking to him.

“Are you new?” Rachel Adams asked curiously. “How come I’ve never seen you before?”

Matthew Carter gradually increased his speed. “I used to handle other things.”

The previous Matthew Carter had only handled low-end business.

Rachel Adams kept staring at Matthew Carter. “Handsome, it’s a waste for you to be a driver!”

“Really?” Matthew Carter replied shamelessly. “I think so too.”

After saying that, he laughed first.

Rachel Adams also laughed, then after a while said, “Interested in being a model? I can introduce you to a specialized agency.”

Matthew Carter had no interest in that kind of modeling and shook his head. “Driving suits me better. I’m a veteran driver.”

“Tch...” The girl didn’t hide her disappointment. “How much can a driver make? Is it enough to support you?”

Matthew Carter fell silent, not wanting to continue this topic. Rachel Adams seemed to have a good personality and probably realized her words were a bit much, so she changed the subject.

They chatted for a while. Matthew Carter casually asked more about the other girls. She was somewhat similar to him—she had come to Hollywood chasing a dream of stardom, but not everyone had Julia Roberts’ luck, so she ended up as a model by accident.

The van gradually entered North Hollywood, which, like Westwood, was one of the nicer residential areas in Los Angeles. Matthew Carter picked up the other five girls one after another, then sped toward Malibu.

The five girls who got in later were different from Rachel Adams—they were taller, sexier, all heavily made up with stunning figures, and included Black, White, Latina, and Asian women. It seemed Red Penguin Company really considered the client’s tastes.

For some reason, Matthew Carter felt that these five models, in some ways—especially their aura—were similar to the blonde woman from that morning.

As the sun moved westward, the Ford van arrived at the Malibu beach villa district, where one mansion after another stood. Even the smallest of them was far beyond what Matthew Carter could ever afford in his lifetime at his current income level.