"Mr. Bridgewater, my car is a little off-center, but your car is not in your lane either?" She immediately objected.
Arthur said coldly, "It seems that you are not convinced enough. Come over."
He stretched out his hand and pulled Sylvia to his spot. He pointed at the front of her car and said, "Look, the front of your car is obviously leaning this way. It seems that you did it hastily or deliberately, and my car, although it is not there, It's in the middle of the road, but it didn't cross the border. If your car didn't swerve slightly, my car won't be scratched by your car even if it's next to the border. Am I right?"
Sylvia looked carefully in the direction he pointed. The front of her car was indeed a little off, but the tires were not pressed against the line. Arthur's car was driven entirely against the line, maybe just a little bit; her car really hit his.
Only,
Why was his car so close to hers?
The road is wide enough, with one car and one lane. If his car could have deviated just a little, they wouldn't have resulted in the current result.
She really wanted to cry out her anger.
"How's it going? No objections now, right?" Arthur crossed his arms across his chest and asked jokingly.
Sylvia grimaced: "The front of my car is indeed a little bit off..."
"That's fine, the responsibility is yours." Before she could finish her words, he came to a conclusion.
"But you didn't pay attention while driving. You hugged and kissed a woman while driving. It is expected for something like this to happen. How can you blame me entirely?" She became anxious.
If he had obeyed the traffic rules and not driven so close to the dividing line, this car accident would not have happened.
She glared at him, anger filling her head.
"Which of your eyes saw me kissing a woman while driving?" Unexpectedly, Arthur not only showed no shame but actually asked her on her face.
"..." Sylvia was about to defend, but suddenly remembered that when she saw him flirting with the girl just now, it seemed that he was waiting for the traffic light. As for whether he was kissing her while driving, only he knew. She will be unable to give evidence.
Arthur chuckled and said lightly: "If it's private, of course you will compensate me."
"How much compensation do you want?" Sylvia's fingers couldn't help but touch her bag.
Although the perfume is selling well now, and she has some money, everything has just begun. Small money is fine, but big money is really embarrassing. I hope his request will not be too high.
Arthur glanced at her, as if he wanted to see her through, and said coldly: "Let's do it this way. Since we were a couple, and the car was just scratched. Then it will be sent for maintenance and repaint to replace parts. I will take five hundred thousand dollars."
Five hundred thousand?
Sylvia almost jumped up.
Is this robbery?
Although his car is a Rolls-Royce, hers is also a Bentley. They are both luxury cars, and they are comparable. Even if his car was scratched, doesn't her car need to be repainted and maintained as well?

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