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    Just then, a sharp knock on the car window jolted her out of her daze. She knew nothing about cars—their makes or their worth meant little to her. The only thing clear in her mind was that she had caused the crash and would have topensate the people involved.


    Her savings came to nearly twenty million, and she convinced herself that would be enough to settle the damage. “I’m prepared to cover the expenses,” she said.


    Noticing her calm politeness and realizing she was only a young woman, the two car owners chose not to cause a scene. One of them, a man in his forties, said, “Miss, if you don’t know how to drive, you shouldn’t be driving. With a car like that, shouldn’t you have a chauffeur or two at your service?”


    Sandra pressed her teeth against her lip, suddenly wishing she had let the family’s driver take her.


    “All the drivers were sent out with other family members today. How do you want to settle this?” Sandra said.


    The two men gave Sandra a quick once-over and quickly sensed she would be easy to push around. The middle-aged man spoke first. “You don’t look like you’re strapped for cash. My car isn’t exactly cheap. Just give me a million aspensation.”


    The second driver eyed the car ahead, barely worth over a hundred thousand, yet he brazenly demanded a million.


    His model had set him back just past three hundred thousand, but he demanded without shame, “Give me two million for the damage.”


    The outrageous figures made Sandra falter. The thought of parting with three million from her savings left her reluctant.


    From the way the two men carried themselves, they didn’t strike her as cruel or dangerous, yet the damage looked limited to a bent hood and dented rear ends. Thepensation they demanded seemed absurd.


    “The cost for repair can’t really be that much, can it?” Sandra asked. Cars weren’t her specialty, but she wasn’t a fool, either. It was obvious they were trying to take advantage of her.


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    With her doubts settled, she dug into her bag, scrolled through her contacts, and dialed Andres without hesitation. “Andres, I got into a car ident,” she said.


    “What? Did you get hurt?”


    At that moment, Andres lounged in avish private room at the Imperial Bar, a ss in hand and friends scattered around the table. On either side of him leaned women dressed in revealing outfits.


    He pressed his phone to his ear, his voice a bit troubled. “Sandra, I’m tied up right now. I’m with Mr. Begum from Plomond, and I really can’t step away. Most carse with insurance, so just follow the process. Call the traffic police and let the insurancepany deal with the matter.”


    Across from him, Decker lifted a thumb in approval, his grin wide.


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