Chapter 8 Our President Has Been Waiting

"How much is that car worth?" Selena stared wide-eyed at the supercar that her Volkswagen had just backed into through the rearview mirror.

She asked sheepishly, "Would selling the both of us be enough to pay for the damages?"

Joey blinked. "Huh. I thought you did it on purpose because you couldn't stand someone robbing you of the parking spot."

"Hey! I panicked. I'm not dumb!" Selena cringed when she thought about compensation for the damages.

Joey leaned over, shifted the gear, and pulled the handbrake before getting out of the car. "I'll go and check things out," Joey said.

The owner of the supercar also got out of his car.

He was handsome and towered at a height of six feet and two inches. His black sunglasses were huge, and they covered half of his face like a celebrity. Only his defined nose and attractive lips were visible.

He was chewing a piece of gum in his mouth. He stopped and chuckled when he saw Joey. He asked, "Hey cutie, have we met before? I think I've seen you