Chapter 162
Emily Smith's taxi disappeared into the traffic. Only then did Daniel Chen turn to face the middle-aged man.
"Sir, let's discuss the compensation," he began, but the man cut him off rudely.
"Cut the crap! Ten thousand to settle this privately. I'm in a hurry."
Daniel glanced at the dented rear of the ordinary Volkswagen, his brow furrowing slightly. The repair wouldn't cost more than a thousand.
"I suggest taking the car to an authorized dealership. I'll cover all repair costs," he said politely.
The man scoffed. "What about my losses while the car's in the shop?"
"The damage isn't severe. The dealership can fix it in a day," Daniel replied calmly.
"Bullshit!" The man raised his voice sharply. "Think you're special just because you drive an Audi? Pay up now, or you're not leaving!"
"Mr. Chen, need some help?"
A deep male voice suddenly interrupted. The window of a black Rolls-Royce rolled down, revealing William Johnson's sharply defined face.
The air froze instantly.
Daniel's expression darkened, while the middle-aged man's eyes widened. "V-Vice President Johnson?"
"Unnecessary," Daniel refused coldly, turning back to the man. "Two thousand. Take it or we go through insurance."
"Two thousand is fair," William added lightly from inside the car.
Sweat beaded on the man's forehead as he snatched the money and fled in panic.
Daniel turned to leave, but William's voice carried a meaningful tone. "How are things between you and Emily?"
He whirled around, his knuckles turning white.
"Mr. Johnson, remember that Emily is my girlfriend now," he bit out, each word dripping with tension.
William lounged lazily against the leather seat, a playful smirk curling his lips. "Yet she came to my hotel room willingly last night."
The window rolled up as the Rolls-Royce sped away.
Daniel stood rooted to the spot, his nails digging into his palms. The luxury car's taillights blurred in his vision, leaving a gaping hole in his chest.
Through the rearview mirror, Sam Wilson caught sight of his boss's triumphant smirk and sighed inwardly—since when had Vice President Johnson resorted to such childish games?