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    “Are you out of your mind? A million bucks for a scratch? You must be joking!” one of the men blurted, his disbelief written all over his face.


    “Did ying mistress fry your brain?” the other man barked, his face twisted in anger. “Your little car isn’t even worth that! Even crooks wouldn’t dare pull this stunt.”


    Shock turned to outrage as both men raised their voices, unable to contain their frustration. If the traffic officer wasn’t standing there, they likely would have unleashed a barrage of curses. For a sum that high, they could have bought a fleet of tiny pink cars like hers. Yet, here she was, calmly naming this staggering price. Sure, she looked attractive, but in their eyes, she was just as clueless as she was bold.


    The traffic officer couldn’t hide his skepticism, and a deep frown appeared. “Miss, they’re responsible, but you can’t demand the moon. That sounds like extortion to me.”


    Eyes wide and posture meek, Christina turned to the traffic officer with a soft voice. “I’m not making this up. My car is a limited custom build, every material top of the line—nothing about it is ordinary…”


    Before she could finish, one of the men stomped the ground and cut her off, his voice rising with irritation. “Enough with that charade! Special materials? What, do you think you’re driving an armored truck? You’re not getting away with scamming us. We’ve got cash, but we’re not fools! Try this, and you’ll regret it!” Rage made his fists clench. Without the traffic officer watching, he might have tried something worse.


    Fury colored the other man’s cheeks as he jabbed a finger at Christina. “The most you’re getting is ten grand. Not a cent more!”


    Had she been willing to spend time with them for a few days to please them, they might have upped the offer—but for a busted bumper? They weren’t fools. She expected them to cough up a million for a small dent in her car? Did she honestly believe they would be so gullible?


    The traffic officer shook his head, concern in his tone. “Miss, you’re entitled to properpensation, but let’s not cross the line. If this keeps up, you might end up with extortion charges yourself.”


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    Calm and unshaken, Christina offered a gentle smile. “If you don’t believe me, let the insurancepany handle the assessment. I said at least a million—not just a million.”


    The first man clenched his fists and took a threatening step forward, only for the traffic officer to block his path. Red-faced and nearly shouting, he yelled, “Officer, did you catch that nonsense? That pile of junk isn’t even worth three hundred grand! However, she wants a million for a tiny scratch? This woman’s insane—extortion must be her hobby!”


    Christina ducked behind the traffic officer’s shoulder, shrinking back as if she were terrified. With a cautious nce from her hiding spot, she spoke up, refusing to back down. “You’re wrong—my car’s worth far more than three hundred thousand. It’s close to ten million.”


    The two men’sughter filled the street, mocking and disbelieving.


    A hint of doubt crept into the traffic officer’s eyes, and he couldn’t help but inspect her small car a little closer. Could something that looked so ordinary really carry such a hefty price tag? But no matter how he squinted or where he looked, there was nothing about the vehicle that screamed luxury. Everything about it—down to the make and model—appeared in, the opposite of expensive.


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