Ss continued, “However, thew clearly states that a driver shouldn’t use the phone while driving,


    and


    they shouldn’t be wearing heels.”


    Feeling a little guilty, Rose immediately curled her toes in her heels. She argued, “B-But you crossed


    the


    road marking when you made the turn, so you’re the one responsible!”


    “That depends on the verdict of the traffic police, but I have no time to reach out to them. Why don’t you


    do that? I’m in a hurry,” he retorted.


    He handed her a business card from his wallet. “Here’s my phone number and my work address. After


    you’re done, just update me on the next steps.”


    “What’s with that attitude? Are you seriously going to leave the mess to me? But I’m short on time too!”


    she protested, unhappy at his aggressive and irresponsible behavior.


    She tossed the business card back at him and grumbled, “How can I be sure you’re not a scammer


    trying


    to pull a fast one?”


    “A scammer?” Ssughed at the absurd notion, finding the woman with the unconventional haircut a


    tad fussy and unreasonable.


    “If I were a scammer, there would be no good left in the world. I’m leaving now.”


    Incensed, she grabbed his arm and shouted, “I don’t care! You need to take responsibility for wrecking


    the


    Ferrari I just bought this month!”


    Material ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    “Oh, is money what you’re after? You should have told me from the beginning,” Ss replied. He was


    determined to make it to the party on time and had no patience for a long argument.


    He pulled a debit card from his wallet and nonchntly dangled it in front of her. “Use this for the


    repairs.


    No PIN required.”


    The sight of the card enraged her further. She felt extremely humiliated. She snapped, “Dude, this was


    a


    limited edition Ferrari reduced to scrap metal because of you. Offering to pay for repairs? What’s wrong


    with you?”


    “Well, you can always buy a new one. I can afford that,” Ss shot back.


    He was known for his punctuality, especially when it came to family events, and he was determined not


    to let anyone derail his ns.


    Looking cold, he pried Rose’s fingers off his arm and freed himself.


    When he turned around to leave, he suddenly felt suffocated. Rose had grabbed his navy necktie and


    tugged at it hard.


    The two proud drivers were now face-to-face, their noses almost touching. Ss was taken aback, his


    breathing heavy, as their breaths mingled.


    Apart from Alyssa, Ss, the long-time bachelor, had rarely been in such close proximity to another


    woman.


    As Rose huffed and puffed, her rising chest beneath her fiery red dress brushed against his shirt.


    He forced himself to maintain eye contact, as though he mightpromise his principles in the


    presence


    of this sultry woman.


    “W-What are you doing?” he croaked.


    She smirked and dangled another card in front of him, even giving his flushed cheeks a yful tap with


    it.


    “Money is the least of my concerns. In fact, I have so much that I could be your sugar mommy, you little


    brat!”


    His eyes widened. All of a sudden, his heart skipped a beat, and his mind went nk.


    “You think you’re something just because you have money? My mentor happens to be a wealthy


    heiress and a globally renowned designer. Despite her unimaginable riches, she’s nowhere near as


    snobbish as


    you are!” Rose schooled him.


    Ss looked confused. Why did that remark somehow ring a bell?


    With that, Rose tossed the card onto his leather shoes and returned to her Ferrari. Then, she drove


    away


    in the creaky car.


    Ss watched as the pink Ferrari disappeared into the night. After a moment, he snapped out of his


    daze. and grinned. “A pink Ferrari? What terrible taste.”