Chapter 13
Stunned, Joseph suddenly realized something.
He thought, She lied about being Raymond’s wife? Is it because of his formidable reputation? She’s got some balls.
Raymond has cleared things up. The next time I see her, I’ll make her suffer for sure.”
Selena left the golf course. After getting into the car, she was still disgusted at what Joseph did.
Too bad there was nothing she could do besides going back for now.
Surrounded by luxury cars, her car seemed out of place.
She stepped on the gas pedal and carefully backed up to leave.
Unfortunately, a car behind her was driving too fast and crashed into the back of her car in the blink of an eye.
Her head almost hit the windshield.
Also, her car slid forward almost ten feet and hit a Bentley parked in a spot in front of her.
Selena got out and saw that the driver was à middle–aged woman with exquisite makeup. Noticing that Selena’s car wasn’t worth much, the woman looked disdainful.
Then she turned to look at Selena, figuring that Selena was just some Internet celebrity who came here to get herself a sugar daddy.
Selena noticed the woman’s expression. Turning around, she saw the Bentley with the same license plate. She wondered if the car owner had noticed it.
“My insurance company will call you for compensation. Don’t waste my time.”
The woman waved her hand impatiently, not even bothering to glance at Selena.
Selena frowned, trying to sound calm the best she could. “Ma’am, the Bentley…”
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The woman interrupted her, “Didn’t you hear me? I’ve got something important to do. Do you have any idea where this is? My time is too precious for this. I’ll pay for that car, too. Move! I’ll park here!”
Selena thought, “The Bentley’s taillight is badly damaged. She has to pay at least 100 thousand
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dollars.
Well, she offers to take full responsibility, right? No need for me to stand in her way.’
Only did Selena drive away when the woman saw the damaged car was an expensive Bentley.
She froze for a second. Then she looked around, parked in Selena’s spot, and entered the golf course, not intending to wait for the Bentley’s owner at all.
Raymond came out with Ethan and Joseph.
John walked quickly over to get Raymond’s car only to find that its taillight was smashed. Even the license plate was slightly bent in.
Ethan’s face turned sullen. He immediately asked the security guard to come over, saying, “Who
did this? Go pull out the surveillance footage.”
The security guard was startled, knowing he couldn’t afford the consequences of offending either Ethan or Raymond at all. He did as he was told at once.
Meanwhile, Ethan turned to Raymond. “Mr. Montague, I’ll have someone to give you a ride back. What do you say?”
“Get the footage to the police,” said Raymond, his tone as calm as always. Yet the intimidation it carried at the same time made the head of the security even more uneasy.
He knew Raymond wanted the person responsible to be held accountable.
Ethan nodded. “For sure, Mr. Montague. The person responsible won’t get away.”
Raymond said nothing and got into the damaged Bentley, as he wasn’t accustomed to riding in
other’s cars.
John was quite aware of that, so he wasn’t surprised at all. He held onto the steering wheel with both hands and drove. “It’s not far from the hotel. I’ll take you there before contacting the
insurance guys.”
“OK,” said Raymond.
He had been abroad for three years. So, even though he owned multiple properties, to him, they were nothing but hotels.
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His place in Manhattan had yet to be decorated, so he was temporarily staying at Continental Hotel owned by the Montague Group.
John drove away from the golf course. While waiting at a red light, he turned around to look at Raymond and suddenly recalled Carter’s instructions.
“Mr. Ashford recommended an interior designer at noon. He has already given me some design drawings and a number. Would you like to take a look, Mr. Montague?”
Since Raymond came back, he had been approached by numerous design companies, but he wasn’t
interested in any of them.
He thought, ‘Recommended by Carter? How good can the designer be?‘
He felt somewhat disdainful, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Where are the drawings?”
“They’re in the folder on your left–hand side,” John said.
Raymond nodded but didn’t reach for them immediately. Instead, he leaned back on the back seat
and dozed off.
On the other side, Selena came back to the apartment. After showering, she applied medicine to her knee. Just then, someone rang her doorbell.
She was puzzled, thinking, ‘It’s 8 p.m. already. Who could it be?‘
She put on something casual and opened the door only to see two police officers showing their
badges.
“Miss Fair, you are involved in a hit–and–run accident. Please come with us.” (1
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