Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 128

With the jolt of the collision, Isadora was thrown forward, slamming hard against the front of the car.

In that split second, just as disaster seemed inevitable, the airbag exploded open like a flower in full bloom, cushioning her and holding her tightly.

For several long moments, she just sat there, dazed. Eventually, Isadora lifted her head, her forehead throbbing, her mind spinning, and pain radiating through her body.

Outside, a burly bald man was pounding furiously on the window.

Taking a deep breath, Isadora pressed her hand to the swelling on her forehead, unbuckled her seatbelt, opened the door, and stepped out.

The truck driver she'd hit was glaring at her, his face flushed with anger. "What the hell are you doing? Do you even know how to drive?"

Isadora fought to keep her composure through the pain. "I'm sorry, it was my fault. I really am sorry."

The bald man seemed taken aback for a moment, probably surprised to see such a beautiful woman step out of the car. His eyes darted over the pristine white Mercedes and he gave a sleazy little smirk.

sorry was good enough, why would we

scene. They were in a deserted part

massive truck loomed aggressively behind it, undamaged. She herself was bruised and battered, while the truck driver looked completely

he'd swerved out suddenly, cutting her off. By

noticed the truck in time to slow down. Still, if the police showed up, it wasn't clear who would be ruled at

composure, she asked, "So what do

a small fortune—and her Mercedes, worth at least 100 grand. He clearly thought he'd just hit

he announced. "The cargo in my truck's going to be late because

price. "At

at him as if

healthy, his truck was barely scratched, and even if she paid him a full day's wages, it would only be a few

wasn't about to hand over that much money just

say you're not feeling well, but I'm injured too. Why don't we both go to the hospital and

be this sharp; if the police got involved, he might end up having

refusing to pay up, huh? I'm telling you, lady, you hit my truck. If you don't hand over the money, you're not leaving. And if