Chapter 203
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“Let’s not waste any more time,” the other man added, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Tell us how much you charge for two nights. We can throw in some extra money if you’re good in bed. Money’s no problem for us.”
“I’ve called the police,” Christina said, raising her phone. She kept a careful distance, positioning herself so the dashcam would capture everything.
A harsh laugh escaped the first man. “And? You think that scares us? We haven’t touched you yet—what can you possibly accuse us of?”
“That’s right,” the other sneered. “Worst case, we spend a few days in a holding cell. Big deal.”
Company ties gave the two men confidence. A little police trouble was nothing—they knew their jobs weren’t in danger.
Glancing over at Christina’s car, the first man scoffed at the barely visible dent. “This? Not even worth an insurance claim. I could pay for the repairs out of pocket. Are you sure you want to turn down our offer? A few days with us, and you’ll walk away with a full wallet. You might regret passing this up.”
Delicate and weak on the outside, Christina paid them no mind, letting their words bounce off her like raindrops on glass. With the traffic police already notified, she turned to them in a calm voice. “You’re the ones at fault here. You’d better call your insurance company before this gets worse.”
A smug laugh escaped the first man. “Insurance? For a tiny scrape like this? Please. I could cover it with pocket change.”
Boasting just as loudly, the other man shrugged. “Fixing up your little car would barely cost me a skipped lunch.”
Every bit of their arrogance, from their smug grins to their dismissive sneers, was caught crystal clear on the dashcam.
𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝖈𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲: gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⩵ℭ𝗈𝗺
Christina played the part of the helpless victim, while inside, she was positively delighted. She would just let them dig their own hole. Soon enough, they’d realize what a mistake they’d made. She had dodged their car at least six times, but they insisted on testing her patience—and their wallets. Oblivious, these two men kept bluffing, tossing around their cash and egos like it would make them look good.
Eventually, the traffic officers pulled up and quickly ruled that the blame rested squarely on the two men. The police did more than point fingers. They handed out a hefty fine for reckless driving and made it clear that behavior like theirs had no place on the road.
Indifference lingered on the men’s faces, as if the penalties and scolding meant nothing at all.
“Did you already call your insurance?” the traffic officer asked, eyeing the two men.
Rolling his eyes, the first man replied, “No need to involve the insurance company over a little dent. We’ll just settle it with her.” He scoffed, glancing Christina’s way. “So, how much is it going to cost us? I doubt the repairs are more than a couple grand.”
Smirking inwardly, Christina widened her eyes in feigned innocence. As her lips parted, she dropped an amount that crashed into the two men’s arrogance like a lightning strike, leaving them completely stunned.
“The repairs for my car are at least a million,” Christina announced, her voice calm and steady.
The words hung in the air, and everyone—including the two men and the traffic officer—stood silent, caught off guard.
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