The Greatest Man Alive By Maveric Bowman

Chapter 242

Chapter 242 The Passat

Two girls followed out of the BMW X5. They looked like typical internet celebrities and dressed in fancy clothes.

They immediately joined the curse with the man.

“Are you blind? Didn’t you take driving lessons before?”

“Don’t you feel humiliated driving a Passat on the road? Don’t you know to get out of the way when you see a BMW coming?!”

The girls looked down upon Nathan, saying that he was blocking them and that his lame car was not worthy of being in front

of a BMW!

The man also said unhappily, “Okay, I won’t make things difficult for you. My car was new. I can let you go if you pay me twenty thousand and then kneel to apologize.”

Gussie couldn’t bear it. She pushed open the car door, got out of the car, and growled, “You crashed into us. What do you mean by asking me to pay?”

“What the hell are you talking about? You drove a garbage Passat and didn’t get out of our way, so you got crashed by us. It’s all your fault.”

“That’s right. How could a lame Passat not drive to the side and make Mr. Marcher crash the front of his car?”

The two internet celebrities immediately retorted with disdain.

“Do you know who Mr. Marcher is? He is the deputy director of operations of Quenya Live. He could use a random phone call to

make you notorious.”

“That’s right. If you dare to stand in the way of Mr. Marcher, you deserve to be bumped! Also, do you know who we are? We are

the new stars of Quenya Live and have a hundred thousand fans!”

Wyvern was stunned when he saw Gussie. His eyes lit up, and he laughed.

“You two, don’t be so rude. She is the most famous star of our single–player game channel, Gussie!” Wyvern waved at the two

celebrities and said.

carefully looking at her, they found she was really Gussie, the

million from some

two internet celebrities. After Nathan spent a million for her, she changed from a

star.

she only did a live stream for about

were really not superior to

Marcher is the executive of Quenya Live, I won’t argue with you. How do you want to

you are

Miss Reagan accompanying me to drink a few cups

be merciful and don’t let that boy kneel and apologize to me. I can let him go as long as he pays for my

driving a Passat, and I don’t think he could afford to repair my BMW

at Wyvern expressionlessly

wondering if she had heard

I have admired you for a long time… Tsk tsk, your breasts are really big, much bigger

out his hand lewdly, wanting to pull

asked

accident. How could you put

I go drinking with you? Why should he pay you for repairing the

who should pay us!”

he could say anything, the two

could you be so rude? Do you know

a fool. Don’t you know how to please your boss? How could

Mr. Marcher rarely gives a person such a

you not be grateful to Mr. Marcher and dare to speak to him with such

status and salary are all obtained

feeling what they said was really reasonable.

face softened a little. He snorted coldly and said to Gussie, “They are right. You’d better not be so immature, thinking you are a big star and trying to play tricks on me. I

and salary are all earned by myself, and it has nothing to do with you. If you want to destroy me, then

raised his hand and scolded, “Damn it. You don’t understand

said indifferently, “You won’t be

really know how to bluff! A loser who drives a Passat imagines himself as the boss? My BMW can

and asked Gussie, “Have you learned to be clever now? Let me

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