Marcus, âGet the hell out of here!â
The man struggled to get up, his legs so wobbly that he had trouble getting into his car.
Cornelia stopped him, âHold up a minute.â
The man, âWhat now?â
Cornelia, âGive me your bank account number.â
The man, not knowing what she was up to, trembled as he gave her his bank account number.
Cornelia immediately transferred two hundred dollars to him and noted, âThis fender bender is on us. Iâve sent you the compensation.â
He didnât want to take the money and thought about reporting it later, but under Corneliaâs gaze, he didnât dare not to. Accepting the money meant accepting the settleme
Once she saw the payment go through, Cornelia smiled, âYou can go now.â
The guy quickly drove off, leaving Cornelia and Marcus by themselves.
Marcus moved a bit closer to Cornelia, âCorneliaâ¦â
âPresident Hartley, you shouldnât have taken matters into your own hands. Itâs bad for your image.â Cornelia said without looking at him. She went to his car to check the damage. It wasnât too bad, just some paint chipped off.
But the repair would certainly cost a pretty penny, an amount she didnât even dare to imagine. Cornelia thought it was such a waste of money.
But at least he was okay.
She called Zack, âZack, go check out the car at the dealership, Iâll catch up with you.â
After making the call, Cornelia finally turned to Marcus, âPresident Hartley, please sit in the passenger seat.â
Marcus moved to the passenger side, and Cornelia got into the driverâs seat and started the car.
Marcus, âAre we going home?â
âI recall you have an important meeting today. Iâll drop you off at the office first, then take your car to be repaired.â Cornelia drove straight to the Hartley Group.
It didnât take long to get there as it was quite close, âPresident Hartley, you can get out now. Iâve contacted the insurance company, and Iâll take the car to the dealership. Once itâs fixed, theyâll deliver it to your house.â
She didnât leave him high and dry after the accident and had quickly come to his side. He thought that maybe she had softened up and wasnât angry anymore. But hearing how polite she was being to him, he realized she was still mad.
Marcus, âCorneliaâ¦â
Cornelia, âPresident Hartley, is there anything else you need? If not, please get out of the car.â
When Marcus stayed silent, Cornelia urged him again, âPresident Hartley, please get out. After youâve dealt with your business, I have my own private matters to attend to.â Marcus had no choice but to get out. As soon as he did, Cornelia hit the gas hard, and the car shot out like an arrow, quickly disappearing from his sight.