After Wilbur left the room, he drove out with the intention of having a good breakfast.


    There was a diner around the area that served up great burgers, and Wilbur liked them a lot.


    It was around noon, so there were quite a few people having lunch there and parking was rather difficult to find as well.


    Wilbur managed to get a spot atst and was about to park.


    Just then, a thud rang through the air as the car behind him rear-ended Wilbur''s


    car.


    Wilbur sighed in frustration.


    Could he not even have lunch in peace?


    He got out of the car with a frown. Behind him was a BMW that had dented his trunk.


    The bumper of the BMW had copsed as well, half of it lying on the ground.


    It was, thankfully, not too severe of an ident.


    Just then, however, a round woman in her forties emerged from the BMW.


    She was dripping in diamonds and d in designer clothes from head to toe, despite looking like a hrious sight.


    Before Wilbur could say anything, the woman shouted, "Do you even know how to f*cking drive? Are you blind?"


    Wilbur was stunned. She had clearly rear-ended him, but was making it sound like he was the one at fault here?


    "What the f*ck are you staring at? Pay up this instant, you can''t afford to mess with me!" The woman''s flesh seemed to shake with every word she uttered.


    "Come on, now. You rear-ended me," Wilbur said.


    The woman stuck her nose in the air, letting out a sneer. "I was going straight, you were the one turning! How dare you me me for rear-ending you? You''re not getting out of this!"


    The woman was clearly not using logic here, and Wilbur sighed. "Call the cops, then. Have them handle this."


    The woman lost her temper at the words. "I haven''t got time to waste with you, pay up!"


    It was clear she was ying dumb.


    Wilbur shook his head, taking his phone out and preparing to call the police.


    At the sight, the woman sat down hard on the hood of Wilbur''s car.


    The metal gave way at once, denting under her weight.


    The woman mmed the hood angrily, shouting, "No one''s going to be able to do anything to you! I''ve got all the connections in the world, you''ll be going to jail if you don''t pay up!"


    "I''m warning you, my car''s very expensive," Wilbur said coldly.


    The woman took out her phone, casting a look of disdain at him. "You call this old thing expensive? Take a good look at my BMW. That''s what real expensive looks like."


    Wilbur did not know what to say. His car cost at least two million dors.


    People who knew about cars might know what it was, but regr people would usually not be able to tell.


    Just then, the woman was shouting into her phone, "Honey,e to Susie''s Southern Diner! Someone''s hit my car and is trying to get out of it."


    Wilbur almostughed out loud. This woman was something else.


    He did not bother paying any more mind to her, wanting to see just what she could get up to.


    Leaving the car behind, Wilbur went into the diner to eat.


    The woman was livid at the sight of Wilbur leaving, hopping out of his car and cursing after him.


    Not long after, an Audi pulled up next to the BMW.


    Two men got out, one looking to be in his fifties and the other in his twenties. They looked rather alike.


    They walked over to the woman, chatting furiously before heading towards the diner.


    The three of them looked around before the woman''s gazended on Wilbur in the middle of a particrly big bite of his burger. "That''s him!"


    The two men walked over at once, and the older man shouted at Wilbur, "I can''t believe you''re in the f*cking mood to eat! Do you know what trouble you''re in?"


    "Huh? No, I really don''t," Wilbur said, before continuing to munch his burger.


    "Such insolence! I think you''re in need of a beating!" the young man said, charging over.