Regret Came Too Late

Chapter 8

Chapter 8 Grace had underestimated the acceleration of the electric scooter.

The moment she twisted the throttle, it lurched forward and crashed straight into someones car.

She tumbled to the ground and scraped her knee.

The sharp sting made her frown.

The cars owner stormed out furiously.

Do you even know how to ride? Are you in a hurry to die or something? Damn my luck.

This is a new car I just picked up from the dealership, for goodness sake! You better pay for the damages.

Grace glanced at the car emblem and realized it was a Maserati.

Just great.

There was no way her ten thousand dollars would cover this.

A crowd quickly gathered, eager to see who had the misfortune of crashing into a luxury car.

The man grabbed her sleeve.

Pay up, woman, or Im calling the police! Grace adjusted her stance to alleviate the pain in her leg.

Is ten thousand dollars enough? The man thought he was hearing things, and his face immediately flushed with anger.

Do you take me for a beggar or something? Meanwhile, the traffic light at Ethans intersection had turned green.

His gaze flicked back to the scene, and the air around him turned colder as his gaze darkened.

to step

Go settle it.

the

say something but finally decided against it

high, and Graces forehead

out who to call for help

spoke in

the traffic

is it? Ill

stepped out of a limited edition luxury car that was worth tens of millions, his

second car like this in Druville, and he couldnt

wanting to wait for the police, he

just

and turned

sportswear today, emphasizing

nose added

have the money to

at the nearby car, feeling that someone else was

Tim waved her off.

Forget it.

impatience, clearly uninterested

Grace walked toward the car

contact information? Ill make sure to pay you back as soon as I have

look of mockery flashed across

if a daughter of the Lambert family wouldnt even have a hundred thousand dollars to

a smirk, he said,

sick of

told you to forget