Part 3The Billion-Dollar Fender Bender

Judging by Cheng Lexiao's expression, I guessed he must have badmouthed me to Chloe.

Borrowing a knife to kill, he's truly a master at this.

Based on Chloe's attitude just now, I knew explaining was useless, so I didn't bother wasting my breath.

"Name your price. I'll pay."

Chloe seemed surprised that I admitted it directly, looking at me with astonishment.

"Pay? Can you afford it?"

"My dad gave me this Ferrari for my 18th birthday. Limited edition, only three in the world, the only one in the country."

"A scratch on it is worth your life. How can you pay?"

I raised an eyebrow, a faint smile on my lips.

"Miss Cheng, just name the price. Whether I can afford it is my problem."

"Ten million!"

As soon as I finished, Assistant Cheng spoke up again.

"The whole front is caved in. It can't be fixed domestically; it has to be sent back to the factory in Italy."

The crowd gasped.

Even the owner, Chloe, was a bit surprised.

"Assistant Cheng, this car was only a bit over ten million when I got it. Fixing a bumper shouldn't cost that much, right?"

Assistant Cheng waved his hand immediately.

"No, no, no, CEO Cheng. You're thinking too simply."

"This car was a birthday gift from your dad. The sentimental value is immense, right?"

"Asking him for ten million is already us being charitable."

Hearing Assistant Cheng's words, Chloe thought it made sense and lowered her head to think.

"Okay! Ten million it is!"

I didn't give her time to think and agreed on the spot.

Now, everyone's eyes were on me.

Some thought I was bluffing, some thought I was pretending to be weak to eat the tiger, and the rest were gloating.

But these opinions didn't matter to me.

What mattered was that my car was hit too.

Although not as severe as the Ferrari, the rear had some scratches.

If it were a regular domestic car, Cheng Lexiao's hit would have totaled it.

"Since Miss Cheng's car is settled, should we talk about mine?"

I changed the subject, corners of my mouth lifting involuntarily.

"Mine is a domestic car, so no need to send it abroad."

As soon as I finished, the crowd burst into laughter.

Led by Cheng Lexiao, the lackeys pointed at me with disdain.

"Kid, are you brain-damaged? How much can a domestic car be worth? I'll just buy you a new one."

"Unbelievable. Someone drives a domestic car to propose in this day and age. Embarrassing."

I scanned the crowd and spoke coldly.

"Everyone, although my car is domestic, it has a serial number."

"Before it gets dark, call your grandparents and ask them what a Red Flag (Hongqi) represents!"