Chapter 199
CRUNCH!
The force of the impact threw her to the side, and her car veered uncontrollably into the oncoming lane. But Penelope’s reflexes were sharp. She slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a screeching halt.
Horns blared around her. She took a few deep breaths, then got out to place a warning triangle behind her car while the traffic cleared. She looked at the damage. The passenger-side door was completely caved in. The car was a write- off.
The car that had hit her was a white Audi. The driver finally emerged, looking furious.
“What’s wrong with you? Are you blind? Don’t you know how to read traffic lights? You just ran a red light! If you want to get yourself killed, fine, but don’t drag other people into it!”
Penelope frowned. The light had been green for her. The other driver had been the one to run the red.
“Look what you did to my car! It’s brand new!”
The driver was a young woman in a stylish black business suit and large sunglasses. She looked like a high-powered corporate executive, but her behavior was anything but professional. She was clearly the one at fault, and her car was far less damaged than Penelope’s.
“The nerve of some people, getting on the road when they don’t even know how to drive. You
The woman’s tirade came to an abrupt halt.
“You… you’re Penelope?”
She knew her?
Penelope looked closer. The woman took off her sunglasses, a contemptuous smile spreading across her face.
“Well, look who it is. We must be fated to meet again.”
Penelope’s brow furrowed. It was Susan Jones, the person who had cast a dark shadow over her entire college experience.
“It’s been years since graduation. I thought you would have crawled back to your hometown by now. Still trying to make it in Orenth, are we?” Susan’s eyes fell on Penelope’s car. She did a double take, confirming it was a Porsche before sneering. “Looks like you’re not doing too
badly for yourself.”
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Penelope had no desire to speak to her. She simply took out her phone and called the police.
When the traffic police arrived,
Susan insisted that Penelope had
run the red light. Penelope provided the dashcam footage, and the officers checked the nearby traffic cameras confirming that Susan was the one at fault.
“That’s impossible!” Susan protested, but with the evidence stacked against her, she quickly changed her tune. “Well, I guess I didn’t see it clearly. But she must have some responsibility too, right?”
The officer ignored her and turned to Penelope. “Are you the owner of this vehicle?”
“No,” Penelope said.
“Haha! And here I thought this sports car was yours. I was almost impressed. So it belongs to someone else! Officer, you should look into this. The car might be stolen. She has a record, you know.”
At those words, a flood of painful memories rushed back, and Penelope clenched her fists.
“Let me tell you, back in college, she stole my phone. I caught her red-handed, but she denied it. The school was going to expel her but then her crippled old dad came and begged me. He even got on his knees.”
Susan’s voice was filled with glee, and she even let out a small laugh.
“That’s enough. None of that is relevant to this accident. Please call your insurance company,” the officer said, clearly fed up with her.
He turned back to Penelope. “Miss, do you need to go to the hospital?” TÊœe source of this á´„ontent ɪs
It was only then that Penelope noticed a throbbing pain in her forehead. She looked in the rearview mirror and saw a large, swollen bump that was already starting to bleed.