Chapter 999

Chapter 999:

She carefully timed her departure to avoid rush hour, expecting a smooth journey. However, while she was waiting at a red light, a reckless Ferrari rear-ended her car.

The sudden impact left Madisyn momentarily stunned. Then she felt relieved that she was driving the cheaper car today. It wouldn’t hurt as much if it was damaged.

She prepared to step out and address the situation, but as she unbuckled her seatbelt, a man in a suit and sunglasses rapped on her window with his knuckles. “Get out.”

The man’s authoritative tone made Madisyn’s expression turn icy.

She stepped out of the car and glanced toward the Ferrari behind her.

Sitting inside was a blonde foreign girl, also wearing sunglasses. The girl cast a brief glance in Madisyn’s direction before quickly looking away.

Even through the dark lenses, Madisyn could feel the piercing, judgmental gaze, as if she were being appraised like an object. The air of disrespect was palpable.

The man in the suit casually pulled out his wallet, extracted a thick stack of cash, and handed it toward Madisyn. “Take this money and leave. Don’t block our way,” he said dismissively.

Madisyn was speechless.

The blatant arrogance and condescending attitudes of the two were infuriating. She glanced at the stack of cash—it was no small amount, but the sheer disdain accompanying it made her stomach churn.

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A cold smile tugged at her lips as irritation bubbled to the surface.

Madisyn sneered, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Do you really think this money is enough to make me walk away?” Her defiance caused the man’s brow to furrow.

The man took out a few more bills and warned, “This is more than enough to repair your BMW, Lorpond woman. Don’t be greedy.”

Madisyn’s patience snapped, and she decided against settling the matter amicably.

The fault for the rear-end collision wasn’t hers. She took out her phone and said coldly, “You and the woman in the car should apologize to me first. Otherwise, I’ll have no choice but to involve the traffic police to handle this accident.”

Her defiance irritated the man in the suit, and the two of them wasted quite some time arguing. Nearby cars honked impatiently as drivers maneuvered around the scene.

Eventually, the blonde girl stepped out of the Ferrari, her expression one of unmistakable annoyance.

She strutted over in high heels, stopping just five steps away from Madisyn, as if getting any closer might soil her in some way.

“Why is it taking so long, Nathan?” she asked, her tone sharp and entitled.

The man, Nathan Hayes, straightened immediately and replied with deference, “This Lorpond woman insists we apologize.” The girl turned her attention to Madisyn, and even through her sunglasses, Madisyn could feel the piercing sharpness of her gaze.

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