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    One of the insurance agents stepped forward and asked Sandra, “Is this your vehicle?”


    Sandra felt a chill run through her as the weight of the situation hit her. This car wasn’t hers.


    Darrell’s words came back to her—this particr car belonged to Brenna, who rarely drove it herself. She usually favored another vehicle.


    “No, it’s not,” she said.


    “In that case, we’ll need the owner present,” the insurance agent replied. He began snapping photos of the scene while the police took notes and carried out the routine inspection.


    Left with no other choice, Sandra pulled out her phone to call Brenna. “Brenna, I’ve had a car ident. The insurance team says you need toe here.”


    Brenna had just arrived at herpany when Sandra’s call forced her to turn back and drive over.


    The two men were clearly unhappy. With both the police and the insurance team present, their chance to squeeze more money from Sandra had slipped away.


    Still, the middle-aged man wasn’t ready to give up. Convinced Sandra was easy prey, he lit a cigarette and slipped one toward the insurance agent. “Just look at the damage I’ve taken. Don’t you think she should pay more? She clearly isn’t short on money.”


    The agent let out a chuckle. “And how much exactly are you hoping to get?”


    The middle-aged car owner leaned closer and said slyly, “Why don’t you let her pay me a hundred thousand? I’ll hand you twenty thousand after I get the money.”


    The insurance representative shook his head and cast a nce at Sandra, who looked uncertain and overwhelmed. Believing she had no grasp of the situation, he spoke. “That won’t work. Your car’s current value is only around a hundred and thirty thousand, and it’s been running for several years already. Thepany can’t possibly approve that much. If you’re aiming for more money, you might want to strike a private deal with the car owner. That way, you could get a little extra.”


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    The car owner nodded in agreement, lowering his voice. “Exactly. What I mean is, you should push her toward a private settlement instead of going through insurance. That way, I’ll get more out of this, right?”


    “My colleague is present, and doing that could breach our rules.” The insurance representative stood firm, unwilling to bend.


    Realizing he wouldn’t seed, the car owner turned directly to Sandra. “Look at my car. The damage is heavy, front and back. The insurance won’t cover it all. Back when I purchased this car, I paid three million for it. What they’ll pay me is far too little, so you’ll need topensate me extra.”


    Sandra might not have known much about cars, but she was far from gullible. Her brows furrowed as she examined the vehicle. She circled it once, then pulled out her phone, recording a quick video and sending it to Andres. “Can you tell me how much this car is actually worth? The owner insists he paid three million dors for it.” She then sent a voice message.


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