NovelAppChapter 1322
It was quite a coincidence.
They had parked their car in the underground garage and were just about to head out when they overheard
Quincy's voice from a distance.
He was speaking calmly, trying to reason with someone. "Yes, | did rear-end your car, and I've taken photos. Let's
handle it through insurance."
"No way! You think I'm just gonna wait around for insurance? This is a luxury car. | want ten thousand in cash.
Not a penny less!" The man was relentless, refusing to budge.
He even turned his attention to Tiffany, standing nearby, and sneered, "You two lovebirds in a hurry to get
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"I'll take responsibility, but please watch your language. There's no need for personal attacks," Quincy replied,
barely keeping his anger in check.
Lydia stood nearby, feeling a wave of sympathy as she watched the scene unfold. It reminded her of when
Quincy had first started his business, spending countless nights wining and dining potential clients to secure
deals.
No matter how much he had to endure, he would always stay composed. Her mom had been wrong about one
thing. Quincy had never viewed her as a stepping stone. If he had, he would have used his connections with her
family rather than tirelessly wooing clients. The man sneered, "You wrecked my car, and | can't say a word? Like
you and your wife are so high and mighty!"
"We're not married," Quincy corrected.
"Oh, not married then, just lovers, huh? Why else would you two be walking around all lovey-dovey?" The man
was shouting, attracting more attention, clearly enjoying the disruption he was causing.
Just as Quincy was reaching the end of his patience and about to call the police, the man turned his attention to
Eugene.
The man's demeanor instantly shifted. "Mr. Ford! | didn't expect to see you here."
"I'm just here with a friend to do sshopping. What's going on?" Eugene asked as he walked over to the two
cars.
He glanced at Quincy and smirked before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a card. "I'll cover the cost.
There's enough on this card to not only fix your car but buy a new one if you want. Let's just consider this
resolved."
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The man instantly relaxed. "Alright then, if Mr. Ford is covering it, | won't hold it against you two. Mr. Ford, you're
a true gentleman," he said, giving a sly smile. "The difference between people is just astounding, isn't it?"
Quincy's face hardened. "How much was on that card? I'll pay you back."
The whole situation left a bitter taste in Quincy's mouth. He was ready to pay his dues, but Eugene's interference
made it look as if Quincy needed a handout, especially in front of Lydia.
It stung. No man would want to appear dependent in front of the woman he loved.
This was exactly what Eugene had intended. He looked Quincy up and down and sneered, "Don't worry about it.
He's one of my employees. You're just starting out. Better save your money where you can."
Eugene leaned in close, giving Quincy a condescending pat on the shoulder. "And one more thing, don't take a
woman to eat street food. It's embarrassing. You should try to have a bit more class."
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