Zayn's parents seemed to catch on as well. They quickly chimed in, "Exactly! Why should we drive our car for you? Who do you think you are? Now pay up. You hurt our son!"I shot them a flat, contemptuous look.Zayn, provoked by my stare, gnashed his teeth. "The fuck are you looking at? You're nothing but a bug under my shoe, jackass. I drive a Land Rover! What do you drive? A bike?"God, he was shameless.I sneered, "I don't drive to show off. A car is just transportation for me. Come on, Mom, Dad."I pulled out my keys and unlocked the Land Rover.The crowd went silent.My parents gaped at me in shock. "This… was your car?!""It is. I left the fire station and started a company in Astergrad. I only bought it yesterday," I said. "What I didn't expect was some random idiot trying to pass it off as his and bragging about it to me."I cut Zayn a sidelong glance and snorted. Then, while the Rosses stood frozen in humiliation, I helped my parents into the car.Finally, I climbed i
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