HISS—
Yancy Hastings seriously began to wonder if this Fiona Sutton was driven mad by poverty or was simply a lunatic. Only she could conceive of such a mutually destructive tactic.
"I think I'm the one who should be calling the police, not you."
This damned woman, driving drunk! If she isn't taught a harsh lesson, she'll never learn her place.
Yancy Hastings took out his phone and dialed a number.
"Director Zhang, some drunk lunatic just hit my car. I have urgent matters back at my unit, so could you come and handle this? I'm currently at..."
Damn it!
Fiona Sutton's mind went completely blank; she couldn't understand what Yancy Hastings was saying at all.
But he actually called the police? Isn't he afraid of the embarrassment?
Fiona Sutton frowned. Only then did it occur to her: Someone with his power and status wouldn't be embarrassed. The Police Bureau would probably cover this up and then... deal with me secretly.
Ugh...
