“But thew does dictate that you can’t be on the phone or wear heels while driving,” Axel stated.


    Roza curled her toes under her heels, feeling that she was in the wrong.


    “But you crossed the line when you turned, so you are the one at fault!”


    “We can leave it to the traffic police to decide that, but I have no time to wait. You can go ahead and report the case if you''re pressed for time.”


    While talking, Axel pulled out his wallet and took out a business card to give to her. “The card has my number and the address of my workce. Let me know once you file a case with the police. We can discuss what to do next.”


    “What’s with your attitude? Are you trying to leave after causing a crash? I’m rushing somewhere too, you know.”


    Displeased with the man’s aggressive and irresponsible behavior, Roza threw the business card back at him. “Take your business card and shove it where the sun doesn’t shine. For all I know, you could be a scammer. I don’t see through your fancy clothes.”


    “A scammer? Ha!”


    Axel smirked, regarding the woman with a strange hairdo. “A scammer, huh? If I’m a scammer, I doubt there are any good people in the world. I’m leaving.”


    Roza’s eyes turned bloodshot as she grabbed ahold of the man’s arm. “I don’t care! You crashed into Pinkie, and I just bought her this month. You need to answer for it!”


    “Oh, so that’s what you’re after. You could’ve said so earlier.”


    Eager to get to the party, Axel was not in the mood to dwell on the matter. From his wallet, he pulled out a debit card and slipped it between his fingers, offering it to her. “Take it for your car repair. It doesn’t have a passcode.”


    Roza stared at the debit card as rage boiled over. She had never felt more insulted.


    “Pinkie is a one-of-a-kind Ferrari, and you totaled it. How do you expect me to get it repaired? What the hell are you thinking?”


    “Oh, you can use the money to get another one. The money in the card should be enough.”


    Axel was a punctual man. Nothing and no one could dy his itinerary, especially when the event was a get-together with his friends. Hence, he narrowed his eyes dangerously and pried open Roza’s fingers before withdrawing his arm from her grasp.


    Axel was about to turn around when he felt suffocated.


    Roza grabbed his dark blue tie, curled it around her fingers, and yanked it with gritted teeth.


    The distance between them abruptly cut short, and their nose tips met.


    Axel’s breathing turned ragged. Roza’s breath brushed against his face and mingled with his.Content provided by N?velDrama.Org.


    This fine gentleman had been single for thirty years and had never been physically close to a woman who was not family before.


    Her chest underneath the red dress pressed against his suit.


    He locked his gaze with her, fearing he might lose control of himself for the first time if he were to look down another inch.


    “What are you doing?” Axel’s voice was hoarse.


    Roza smirked and pulled out the debit card out of nowhere. She held it between her fingers and smacked it on the man’s rosy cheek.


    “I have money. In fact, I have enough to be your sugar mommy until your retirement, boy.”


    Axel’s heart skipped a beat as his mind went nk.


    “Don’t act like you’re all that because you have money. Ie from a wealthy family and a globally renowned business. I have more wealth than you can imagine. Yet, I don’t boast about it!”


    Axel was baffled.


    Somehow, what she said sounded oddly familiar.


    Roza threw the debit card at his leather shoes and strutted away to her car with her chin held high. She drove her wrecked and squeaky Ferrari off.


    Axel watched in amazement as the pink Ferrari disappeared into the night. Suddenly, he curled his lips.


    “Pink? What horrible taste!”