"How the hell do you drive?" Fiona Sutton hollered, her furious, red eyes glaring at Yancy Hastings.
The corner of Yancy Hastings's eye twitched. If his eyes weren't deceiving him, it was she who had taken the turn too fast without looking, causing the collision, wasn't it?
Walking to the front of his car, he glanced at his Military Vehicle. Not a scratch. Since that's the case, no compensation is needed, right?
"I'm in a hurry. I'll let you off today."
With that, he turned, ready to leave.
When Fiona Sutton heard this, she was instantly displeased. Is he trying to skip out on compensation and just run off? Isn't he supposed to be incredibly rich? Could he really be short this little bit for repair fees?
"Don't you go! You owe me money! Look what you did to my car!"
Fiona Sutton rushed forward and grabbed him, afraid he might slip away if she wasn't careful.
She was still looking for a job; she had no money for these repair fees.
