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

at the accident scene. They were in a deserted

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

out suddenly, cutting her off. By traffic law, the one turning

time to slow down.

composure, she asked, "So what do you

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

late because of you, and

price. "At least thirty

him as if

she paid him a full day's wages, it would only be a few hundred. Yet here he

about to hand over that much money just because

too. Why don't we both go to the hospital and

to be this sharp;

up, huh? I'm telling you, lady, you hit my truck. If you don't hand over the money, you're