Karen stood in front of the mirror, carefully examining the injured forehead. Although the bump from the accident had subsided, it left a red mark that could only be concealed with concealer.
"So annoying!" She threw the concealer brush on the table, furrowing her brows, recalling the events before the car accident. If it hadn't been for that person extorting her, leaving her agitated, she wouldn't have driven onto the sidewalk. Luckily, there were no pedestrians at the time, only hitting the adjacent shop. If someone had been hurt, it wouldn't have ended so easily.
She simply picked up her phone and dialed the familiar number.
"Sorry, the number you dialed is no longer in service..." Hearing this, she removed the phone from her ear and checked. This was indeed the number that had been harassing her—how did it become disconnected? Could it be that he saw the car accident and was afraid of being held accountable, so he fled?
"Unbelievable!" Karen angrily stood up.
