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    “Yes, I own a restaurant. If this is just a simple rear-end case, insurance should cover everything. If it can’t, I’ll reach out. Would you mind sharing your contact information?” he said.


    Reaching into her pocket, Brenna pulled out a business card and handed it over. “Of course. If anythinges up, don’t hesitate to call me.”


    The man epted the card, and as his eyes swept across it, admiration lit his expression. “So you’re from the Harper family—one of the four great families in Shirie. Miss Harper, it’s an honor to meet you. I’m Dvan Reid.”


    The young car owner presented his business card with both hands, offering it to Brenna with a courteous smile.


    “Miss Harper, you’re wee to dine at my restaurant anytime. It’s quite upscale, perfect for hosting events. I’ll even offer you a twenty percent discount.”


    Brenna nced at the card and recognized the name of the seafood restaurant she frequented. She smiled warmly. “I’ve been to your ce several times. The seafood there is quite good.”


    They exchanged pleasantries for a while before the young car owner said, “Honestly, my car just lost its rear bumper. It’s no big deal.”


    The middle-aged car owner, overhearing this, realized the luxury car owner was indeed someone of significant wealth.


    Once the traffic police and insurance adjusters had left, the young car owner drove off.


    The middle-aged car owner, visibly irked, turned to Brenna. “Miss Harper, look at my car—it’s a mess! Plus, I’mte for work. Shouldn’t youpensate me for lost wages?”


    Brenna nodded calmly. “Fair enough. How about a thousand dors to cover that?”


    She sensed a hint of greed in the man, a stark contrast to the young car owner’s straightforward demeanor, and it grated on her nerves.


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    As she had expected, the middle-aged man scoffed. “A thousand dors? You think that’s enough? Your family’s loaded, and after this ident, that’s all you offer? You should give me at least a hundred thousand!”


    Brenna let out a sharp, humorlessugh. “Are you trying to extort me? A hundred thousand could buy your entire car! Show me proof of your monthly ie, or I’m not paying a dime.”


    Frustrated and failing to get his way, the man said angrily, “So you’re bullying me because you’re rich? Pay up,dy, or I’ll drag you to court!”


    “Sue me if you like; I don’t care,” Brenna shot back.


    Andres stepped forward, his toneced with warning. “Extortion, huh? Do you even know who you’re dealing with? If I were you, I’d take the thousand and walk away quickly.”


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