CHAPTER THREE:At 3:11 p.m., Rose was running late. The fashion designer had taken most of her time and she had less than thirty minutes to get stuff from the mall and get back home just in time. Which was no longer possible as she’d caused an accident, leaving scratches and a dent on the expensive-looking, black, sleek car, and in turn ruining her bumper.Rose immediately hopped out of her car as the driver in the black car stepped out, looking pissed.She hurried over to the man dressed in a dark suit. “I’m so sorry,” she said quickly. “I’m really sorry, I didn't mean to.”“Ma'am, you were driving recklessly, you could have killed people.”“You’re right,” she admitted earnestly, hoping the man would accept cash and keep insurance out of it. The last thing she needed was a claim on record—or, God forbid, the cops. Her family—especially her father-in-law—wouldn't let her live it down. She was just about to politely offer some cash when the back door suddenly opened and the man who
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