Chapter 248
Chapter 248:
Rosie’s car finally came to a stop. She covered her ears, flinching at the blaring horns and shouting voices outside. With trembling hands, she shifted her legs and was relieved to find she wasn’t trapped.
Thank goodness. She pushed the door open and stepped out to assess the situation. The sight before her was a disaster.
The car she had slammed into was an expensive luxury vehicle. Inside, the young driver struggled, his legs pinned by the collision. Furious, he wrenched his door open and screamed at Rosie, “Have you lost your damn mind? Do you even know how to drive p>
Other drivers were emerging from their cars to inspect the damage. Though it wasn’t a major accident, every car was badly damaged, leaving the owners livid.
A middle-aged man stormed over and pointed at Rosie angrily. “What the hell were you doing? Are you blind?” he exclaimed.
Rosie stood amidst the chaos, finally taking in the damage. The front of her car was wrecked, but at least it hadn’t caught fire. She had to admit—the Harper Group’s cars were built tough.
She remained composed as the furious car owners shouted and fumed. When their voices began to subside, she lifted her chin with a look of disdain. “What’s all the yelling about? It’s just a few cars. I can afford to compensate you all,” she said.
The driver of the luxury car was trapped inside, but two young men from the backseat had already climbed out.
“So what if you’ve got money?” one of them snapped. “If you don’t know how to drive, stay off the damn road p>
He pointed angrily at the wrecked luxury car. “My buddy just bought this for 1.8 million. Today was his first time driving it, and he had the bad luck of running into you. What are the odds? Look at it. The front and back are completely totaled. You’re replacing the whole thing, and you’re paying for his medical bills too. He’s still stuck inside p>
m𝓸r𝓮 𝓾ρda𝓽es 𝓲𝓷
He glanced at Rosie’s car, the front crushed beyond recognition, yet Rosie stood unscathed. “What kind of car is yours? I’ve never seen one like it p>
Rosie rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed. “It’s custom-made. Costs over ten million p>
With an air of superiority, she scanned the crowd, then pulled out her phone and dialed Sylvie. “I’ve been in a car accident. Traffic’s a mess. Come pick me up p>
Without missing a beat, she called her secretary. Then, turning to the crowd, she said, “Stop yelling. I’ll pay for all the damages. My secretary will handle it later. I don’t have time for this.” She turned and walked off arrogantly.
The car owners were furious. One stepped in front of her, blocking her path. A woman, just as angry, shoved her. “Who do you think you are, walking around like you own the place? You think you can just throw money at us and leave? So what if your car’s worth over ten million? Now it’s just scrap metal. You think we’re fools who’ll let this go easily p>