Harry Hunter was drinking at the Royalton Club when he suddenly remembered he hadn't locked his car. As soon as he found his car in the parking lot, he saw the girl he had just met in the elevator counting money, holding a fire extinguisher and smashing his car window to pieces.
Then it was a scene of begging for forgiveness on bended knee.
Harry watched the scene for a while, checked the license plate again, confirmed it was his car that was smashed, and then walked over.
"You've dirtied my car, and you think you can just leave?"
The three of them froze simultaneously. Whose car was this?
Isabella Weaver instinctively pressed the lock button on the car key.
The car didn't respond!
She stepped back a few steps to the front of the car; the conspicuous blue license plate read A99999.
It was obviously not her car with such an unusual license plate.
Isabella's mind went blank for a moment.
She... smashed the wrong car.
Milo Field frowned, looked at the license plate, and then spoke apologetically, "Sorry, we mistook it for our car. Your car looks exactly like mine, and since you didn't lock it, we just assumed..."
Harry was in no mood to listen to his rambling and coldly interrupted him, "The car is dirty, I don't want it anymore. Who's going to compensate me?"
What?
Just like that, he didn't want it?
Milo was astonished for a long while, then hesitated before speaking, "I can pay for your car to be cleaned. If you're asking us to compensate for the entire car, that's unreasonable, and besides..."
And besides, he couldn't afford to compensate for the entire car.
He suddenly looked at Isabella, "Isabella, our car is just like his, and we just bought it. How about we let him use ours for now? I have to go."
After saying that, he really left Isabella behind and walked away with Gilly Scott.
Harry was a bit taken aback, seemingly not expecting Milo to leave just like that, leaving the mess for his girlfriend to handle.
Isabella wasn't surprised at all, she was already used to it. Milo Field had always been like this, because she really could clean up any mess for him smoothly.
She opened her backpack and took out the still hot envelope she had just received, "There's nine thousand yuan inside. This is my compensation."
Harry took the envelope, looked at her calm, pale face, and asked, "You're compensating for their damage to my car?"
"No, I'm only paying for the glass." From now on, she would never clean up Milo Field's mess again.
As Isabella said this, she turned to leave, but a man's icy voice came from behind her, "That's not enough, you can't leave yet."
"Then give me the invoice after the repairs. Whatever the cost, I won't shortchange you a penny."
Isabella only paused for a moment, then continued to walk forward.
After working all night, she was physically exhausted, and after just experiencing a huge betrayal, her heart was also filled with weariness. She needed to get back to school and rest.
"Connor!"
Harry called out softly, and a man in black responded by appearing, "Young Master!"
"Take her upstairs."
"Yes!"
Isabella's heart skipped a beat. She hadn't noticed there was another person nearby; this person had been silently lurking beside them the whole time?
Connor approached with a polite smile, grabbing Isabella's arm, "Miss, please come with me. Your companions have already run away, if you run too, who will we get to compensate?"
For some reason, Isabella was reminded of Milo Field when she saw Connor's seemingly gentle smile. Milo always smiled in that harmless, warm manner.
A nameless repulsion rose in her heart, and she coldly shook off Connor's hand, stepping back and preparing to leave in another direction.
Connor stepped forward to block her path, pulling out a white towel and waving it in front of her eyes.
Isabella had not even had time to react when she fainted.