Chapter 9

Getting into the car, Josie took off the hood.

Although it was a convertible, Josie had already raised the soft top before leaving, so as long as he pulled up his collar, no one outside could see his face clearly.

Moreover, Josie did not drive the car straight home.

After all, a Cadillac V16 in this era was too conspicuous. If Josie drove it home, it would be like telling the mafia that he had stolen the car.

So, Josie drove the car out of town.

Then, not far from the city, he found an uninhabited forest, parked the car, and took out a set of unworn clothes from the system warehouse, changing into them and burning his original clothes.

Perfect.

Let the mafia search all they want, turn Chicago upside down, and see if they can find him.

The only problem was that without the Cadillac, he had no means of transportation.

A few kilometers from the city, it was not a short distance.

Josie did not want to walk back.

So, after leaving the forest, he came to the roadside, ready to hitch a ride.

The culture of hitchhiking in the United States had already emerged in the 1920s when cars began to become popular, so it was not a new thing.

Of course, there were risks, but this was the outskirts of Chicago, and professional highwaymen generally did not operate in such places.

If he were really unlucky and encountered one, the guns in Josie's system warehouse were not for show.

However, even though hitchhiking was common, not all drivers were willing to pick up hitchhikers.

The first few cars ignored Josie's waving.

Fortunately, his luck was not that bad. After about ten minutes, a car that had just passed him suddenly slowed down and stopped.

Josie hurriedly ran a few steps to catch up.

It was a very beautiful convertible, similar to the Cadillac V16 Josie had stolen—of course, like the previous Josie, the car's top was raised, as the weather was still quite cold, and driving with the top down would be enough to freeze one into a popsicle.

The flying lady emblem on the hood revealed the car's identity: a Packard.

Few people in the 21st century had heard of this name, as the brand had ended its history in 1958.

However, in the 1920s to 1940s in the United States, Packard was as famous and luxurious as Cadillac.

The brand's emblem was not just one type but varied based on different production times and models, including the flying lady, swan, and crystal lady. The flying lady was the most common and represented the brand's peak.

For example, the Packard 8 in front of him was a very classic model.

Although its price did not match the Cadillac V-16, it still cost over two thousand dollars, firmly placing it in the luxury car category.

However, when Josie saw the driver clearly, he found that the car was beautiful, but the person in the car was even more beautiful.

Indeed, the driver was a woman, and a very attractive middle-aged woman at that.

Her snow-white, delicate skin, bright red lips, and exquisite features, combined with the iconic golden curls of the era and a smooth fur coat, made her look elegant and graceful, a true beauty of contemporary America.

"Hello, handsome boy, are you in trouble?" the beautiful woman in the driver's seat smiled and asked Josie.

Originally, she had also planned to ignore Josie, but a casual glance revealed his face, and she involuntarily stopped the car.

There was no help for it; although he still looked somewhat young, Josie's good looks and physique were undeniable.

His Aryan golden-brown hair and light blue eyes, combined with his exquisite features and lack of freckles, made him stand out.

Although he was not yet 16, he was already nearly 1.8 meters tall and had a very upright posture.

The only flaw was that his body was slightly undernourished and lacked exercise, making him look a bit thin, but this gave him a certain feminine beauty—of course, this was the kind of beauty similar to a brother, not some effeminate type.

So, in any era, having a good appearance was never a bad thing.

This beautiful middle-aged woman had also stopped because of Josie's good looks; otherwise, she would not have stopped in such a place alone.

"Good afternoon, beautiful lady, I apologize for disturbing you, but I was left in this remote area by a friend's prank, so I hope you can give me a ride," Josie politely requested help.

"Oh, poor boy, it seems you have some bad friends. Get in the car, child, don't freeze," the woman warmly invited him after hearing Josie's words.

"What's your name?" the woman asked as she started the car after Josie got in.

"Josie, Josie Kahn. How should I address you, ma'am?" Josie asked. The term "ma'am" was appropriate, as the large diamond ring on her left ring finger was quite noticeable.

Diamonds in this era were not as expensive as they would become in the future, but they were still not cheap.

The diamond ring on this lady's finger was at least 10 carats, equivalent to a "pigeon's egg" in the future, which would be worth millions of dollars 60 years later.

Even in this era, when diamond marketing was just beginning, such a ring would likely cost nearly ten thousand dollars.

Good grief, she was a wealthy woman.

Of course, the ring could be fake.

However, given her attire and the Packard, the probability of that was low.

"Margot Wenders," Margot smiled and replied.

"Hello, Mrs. Wenders, you are a kind and beautiful angel. Without you, I would have to walk several kilometers on an empty stomach to get home," Josie flattered.

"Oh, Josie, you are quite the charmer," Margot said, clearly pleased by Josie's flattery.

"Ma'am, I am not flattering you; I am sincere. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen," Josie said earnestly.

Indeed, he was not lying. At least in this life after his rebirth, Mrs. Wenders was the most beautiful woman he had seen, far surpassing even Daenerys.

Especially the charm of a mature woman, which the petite Daenerys completely lacked.

Moreover, for some reason, Josie felt that this lady looked familiar. Could she be a celebrity?

However, his knowledge of celebrities from this era was limited, and he could not recall who she might be.

"Alright, save those words for the young girls; they won't work on me," she said, though her smile indicated she was still flattered.

"Are you a movie star, ma'am? I feel that Hollywood actresses do not have your grace," Josie probed.

"Is that a compliment? I'm afraid you'll be disappointed, but I'm just an ordinary housewife," Margot smiled and shook her head.

An ordinary housewife? I don't believe it! Josie looked at the luxury car, the large diamond, and the expensive fur coat, rolling his eyes silently.