The driver looked utterly helpless.
âKid, youâve gotta understand what car is in front of us and what kind of car weâve got! My little motor canât keep up with that fancy ride even if I floor it!â
Byran was frowning impatiently, he definitely knew that the car ahead was a luxury one But it wasnât just any luxury car, it was a car of immeasurable value It was a centennial anniversary edition by the top-tier car brand BG, available only at their anniversary celebration. There was only one in the world it was a real luxury ride that you couldnât buy even if you had the money.
His brother Balfour had shown interest in the car before and had even flown to the BG headquarters to place an order with their CEO, only to find that the car had already been purchased by a mysterious buyer who wished to remain anonymous.
It was seeing Ellinor get straight into that one-of-a-kind car at the airport that had Byran puzzled.
How did Ellinor know the owner of that car? What was their relationship?
No way, he had to follow her to see who Ellinor was in K city to meet. What was she here for?
Byran didnât want to put the poor driver in a spot, he waved his hand and said, âAlright, alright! If you canât catch up, then so be it. Just donât leave me here!â
The driver happily agreed, âSure thing!â
However, at that moment, there was a sudden bang, and the taxi shook violently.
The driver braked hard, looking in the rear-view mirror to check what was going on behind him.
It turned out that theyâd been rear-ended. The driver frowned and got out of the car to confront the driver behind him.
âHow the hell do you drive? You rear-ended me on such a wide suburban road! Can you even drive?â
The other driver also got out. He was a hefty brute with a bad attitude, âWho the hell are you talking to?
So what if I hit you?â
The taxi driver didnât expect the guy who rear-ended him to have such a bad attitude, âWhatâs your problem? You hit my car, and youâre acting all high and mighty! What a shitty attitudel The brute lifted his chin, âItâs your car that couldnât avoid mine!â
âWhat? Youâve got a funny way of talking! Do you think my car has eyes in the back?â
âThit your car, I can afford to pay! How much is your crappy car worth? Stop making a fool of yourself!â
The taxi driver felt insulted, âYouâ¦â
Byran watched as the car in front got farther and farther away. He got out of the car in a hurry and said, âHey! Can you stop arguing for a moment? Sort out the accident and get back on the road, the car in front is getting away!â
The taxi driver was now really pissed off, âKid, sorry, but I have to deal with this accident here. Youâll have to find another car!â
âWhat?!â
Find another car?
They were already more than ten kilometers away from the airport; this was a suburb. How was he supposed to hail another taxi?
Byran walked up to them, frustrated, âSir, stop arguing with him. Iâll pay for the repairs. Just help me catch up to that car first!â
The driver stood his ground, âKid, itâs not about the money! This guy has no respect for others; he clearly hit my car, and heâs here acting all cocky! I canât stand it! Iâm going to call the traffic police to teach him a lesson, people like him are a scourge on society!â
The burly man stepped forward, puffing out his chest, âWho are you calling a scourge on society?â
The driver didnât back down, Iâm talking about you; youâre a scourge on society!â
âYou dare to curse me!â