Chapter 1

Bang!

My Nimgo crashed straight into the back of a Valterra.

A guy with sunglasses and a cigarette in his mouth jumped out, stormed over, and kicked my door. “You broke loser! See the emblem? It’s a Valterra! You’ve got guts crashing your trashy Nimgo into a Valterra!”

When I saw the person who got out of the car, my heart sank. Things were exactly as bad as I expected. I wound down the window and stared at him. I was looking for clues from his words and actions.

“Three million! Not a cent less, or you’ll pay dearly!” He raised three fingers and yelled into my window.

I resisted the urge to step out and slap him, deciding to wait and see instead. I needed to know exactly what was going on between him and my wife.

The accident quickly drew a crowd.

“This is going to be good. That Valterra probably costs millions. This Nimgo guy’s going to go broke paying for this.”

“That’s what happens when you act recklessly. If he had a little more patience, he would’ve avoided this whole mess. He’s going to go bankrupt now.”

Egged on by the crowd, the guy got even cockier. He kicked my door again and glared at me.

"You’re driving a piece of junk and you think you can block a Valterra instead of just letting me through? Now you’re hiding in your car like a coward? Too late!

“My wife just bought me this Valterra. It cost her three million dollars! Pay up immediately, or I’ll send you to jail!”

Wife?

I knew something was off. That lying cheater! I wondered how she would get herself out of this.

I slowly pushed open the door and turned my cold eyes to his arrogant face. “You’re the one who’ll be paying. I was driving straight; you changed lanes. The fault is yours. And about jail—you deliberately kicked my car twice. That’s intentional damage of another person’s property. That alone could land you behind bars.”

“I don’t know anything about the law, so don’t spout laws to me! All I know is I drive a Valterra, so you must move aside!

“Behind bars? I’m Jason Lodge. I’m above the law!”

I laughed coldly when I saw how oblivious he was.

Some bystanders assumed Jason was some rich kid, judging by how arrogant he sounded. They felt that he was worth cozying up to, so they began backing him up.

“This Nimgo driver has some nerve. He hit the Valterra, and yet, he demanded to be paid. The kid kicks his door a little, and he talks about putting the other person behind bars? He’s obviously trying to scare the young guy.”

“Don’t worry, kid. Take down my number. I’ll testify for you if needed!”

“Exactly! I’ve studied some law myself. Damage under five thousand isn’t criminal. You only scratched his trashy Nimgo. How could that possibly be five thousand?”

Encouraged, Jason slammed my hood and shouted, “Today, you’ll pay for my car and apologize, or you’re not leaving!”

I chuckled coldly and pointed at the approaching traffic cop. “Ask the cop who should be paying. As for apologizing, you better get that one ready for me later.”