The patrol officer, feeling helpless, could only hold his patience and said, âWhen turning, you must yield to those going straight, regardless of whether theyâre fast or slow. As long as theyâre not speeding, itâs entirely your fault.â He glanced at the passing traffic and said, âWith this flow of traffic, even if he were speeding, it wouldnât be possible without crashing into another car by now. Do you understand now?â
Though still feeling upset, Ella Milton managed to say with a stoic face, âPutting the facts aside, does he really not have even the slightest bit of fault?â âIf youâre putting the facts aside, then what the hell is there to talk about?â âHaha, Iâve seen plenty of unreasonable people, but this is the first time Iâve seen someone so shameless,â one spectator laughed so hard that his stomach hurt.
The crowd of onlookers laughed until their stomachs ached.
The patrol officer, also somewhat at a loss, said, âMiss Milton, if youâre unsatisfied with the way I handled this, you can file a complaint against me. Here is my patrol number.
Now, please sign the accident report form.â
Ella Milton glared at Greg Jensen angrily and reluctantly signed the form.
Greg Jensen had been silent the whole time, signed his name, provided his insurance companyâs contact information, and then drove away.
The onlookers also dispersed, leaving only Ella Milton standing there alone, her face filled with anger.
She took out her phone and made a call, speaking softly, âHoney, someone hit my car.
Not only did they hit my car, they also insulted me. Youâve got to stand up for me.â
The person on the other end of the line became infuriated upon hearing this, âWho the fuck is so arrogant to bully my baby?
Whatâs his license plate number? Send it to me. I want to see whoâs got the gall.â
âAlright, Iâll send it to you now.â
Ella Milton hung up the phone with a giggle and sent Greg Jensenâs license plate number.
Thinking of the annoying guy who was about to have bad luck, her mood improved significantly. Looking in the direction Greg Jensen had left, she sneered, âThink youâre above everyone because you know the law? Weâll see about that!â
Meanwhile, at the Wrightâs club, Alfredo Harrison looked at the license plate number received on his phone and couldnât help cursing, âFuck, dare to mess with my woman, letâs see how I deal with you.â
Alfredo Harrison, in his forties, was under strict control at home. He had finally saved some private money and secretly found himself a young mistress, whom he naturally cherished dearly.
Upon hearing that his beloved had been bullied, he was instantly enraged and began scrolling through his phone.
He was about to call a friend to check the owner of the license plate when Adrian Wright approached him.
Quickly hiding his phone, Alfredo Harrisonâs face showed a flattering smile, âAdrian, youâre here?â
âHmm.â
Adrian Wright, always calm and reserved, responded to Alfredo Harrisonâs greeting with just an indifferent grunt and continued walking.
After a couple of steps, he suddenly stopped, turned back to look at Alfredo Harrison, and frowned, âMr. Harrison, have you found out anything about the matter I asked you to inquire about yesterday?â
Alfredo Harrison quickly said, âI do have two places in mind.â
Then letâs check them out tomorrow. The environment has to be good, itâs for my friendâs business.â
âSure, you can count on me.â
Adrian Wright nodded, âThanks.â
âHaha, youâre too kind, Adrian.â
âHmm.â
Adrian Wright said nothing more and left, laughing and talking with his friend. Watching his back, Alfredo Harrisonâs expression turned cold as he muttered, âDamn it, what a piece of work.â
He scoffed, made a call with his phone, informed his friend about the license plate number, and then hung up.
Before long, he received Greg Jensenâs name and photo.
Looking at the photo, Alfredo Harrison swore to himself, his tone icy, âJust wait, once I find you, Iâll make sure you learn just how many eyes the King of Horses has!â
Greg Jensen sent his car to a nearby repair shop, then gave Adrian Wright a call.
It wasnât long before Adrian Wright arrived with Spencer Burley.
âBig Brother Greg, why didnât you call ahead when you were coming?â âHaha, I had planned to drive over myself, but a minor accident happened on the way, so I had to send the car in for repairs.â
Adrian Wrightâs face changed slightly, and he quickly asked, âYou werenât injured, were you?â
âIâm fine.â
Greg laughed and shook his head as he asked, âWhen does that bet you mentioned start?â
There s a Jade Stone exhibition the day after tomorrow, we can go then.â
Adrian Wright said with a smile, âLetâs head to the clubhouse first, I have already prepared a room for you.â
Spencer Burley also smiled and said, âBig Brother Greg, you can relax and enjoy yourself for a couple of days; the day after tomorrow, betting on the stones will all depend on you.â
âIâm just there to join in the fun.â
Greg Jensen gave a wry smile and then, somewhat puzzled, asked, âIf neither of you know about stones, why gamble with someone else?â
Spencer Burleyâs face turned slightly red, and he coughed awkwardly.
Adrian Wright gave him a glare and said irritably, âWhat are you coughing for?
Is there something youâre afraid to admit? Werenât you so brave that night?â
âHehe, I had a bit too much to drink,â Spencer said awkwardly.
Adrian Wright looked at him with another glare, but seeing Gregâs still puzzled face, hurriedly recounted the details from yesterday that he hadnât mentioned. Learning that Spencer Burley had actually mocked the young owner of Treasure Mansion, saying he didnât understand stones, Greg couldnât help but give him a thumbs-up.
âMagnus, you really do have guts!â
âHeh, just average.â
Adrian Wrightâs face darkened as he snapped, âGet lost, do you really think Big Brother Greg is complimenting you?â
âUhâ¦â
As the three men chatted and laughed, they arrived at Wrightâs Clubhouse, and just as they were entering, they happened to bump into Alfredo Harrison coming in from outside.
Adrian Wright quickly introduced him to Greg, saying with a smile, âBig Brother Greg, this is Aiden Clark, Alfredo Harrison. He just so happens to have a few houses on hand, and when you have time, let him take you to have a look.â âSure, I appreciate it, Mr. Harrison.â
Greg smiled at Alfredo and then nodded.
Is it him?
When Alfredo Harrison saw Greg, he was taken aback, instantly recognizing that Greg was the man who had bullied his wife.
Greg noticed the change in Alfredoâs expression and couldnât help but feel puzzled, asking, âMr. Harrison, have we met before?â
An old hand at the game, Alfredo quickly recovered and smiled nonchalantly,
âOh, no, but you resemble a friend of mine and I mistook you for him for a moment, sorry.â
âHaha, what a coincidence.â
Greg laughed and said, âAs for the matter of the houses, Iâll leave it in Mr. Harrisonâs hands. Letâs set a time to have a look tomorrow if youâre free.â âNo problem, leave it to me.â
Alfredo agreed readily and said to Adrian Wright, âThen⦠Iâll leave you to it, Mr. Wright, wonât I be disturbing you?â
âYeah, go ahead, take good care of my friendâs matters.â
âDonât worry.â
Alfredo nodded at Adrian, gave Greg another look, and then turned to leave.
Greg watched his retreating back, deep in thought, pondering whether he had any grievance with Alfredo.
Because, he had felt a subtle hostility emanating from Alfredo.