Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

With a sudden crash, the car jolted violently, causing Selena's ultrasound photo to slip from her fingers and slide under the seat. The force of the impact sent her body lurching forward, and her forehead slammed against the back of the seat, making her groan in pain. Luckily, she'd instinctively buckled her seatbelt when she got in, which softened the blow-otherwise, she might have been thrown forward entirely. The taxi driver was caught off guard, not expecting to get rear-ended while parked. He turned to check on Selena, "Miss, are you okay?"

Selena managed a feeble wave to signal she was somewhat alright.

Just then, the car behind them opened up, and out stepped a woman strutting in high heels, her demeanor dripping with arrogance. The driver got out to have words with her, but before he could speak, she started shouting, "Do you even know how to drive? Why did you stop so suddenly-are you trying to kill someone?"

Even for a seasoned driver, her audacity left him speechless. "How can you talk like that? Didn't you see the red light? My car had stopped properly, and you rammed into it. Who doesn't know how to drive here?"

"Hey, old man, where's your proof that I was reckless? If you dare slander me, I'll sue you for defamation, and you'll live to regret it!" she snapped, growing even more domineering.

The driver, a straightforward and honest guy, noticed her designer clothes and jewelry, not to mention the limited edition sports car, and realized she was a spoiled heiress. Her threat of a lawsuit made him back down. He knew how adept wealthy folks' lawyers were at twisting truths. Ordinary people wouldn't dare take on someone so powerful, preferring to swallow their misfortune.

"Alright, alright, I can't win an argument with you. Let's just wait for the traffic cops to handle it."

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