
From what she finds, even though Cundrie doesn't really care about money, Noelle still shows hints that she has little interest in wealth.
With that in mind, Gerald was scared once he found out that he was actually rich, his feelings would no longer be sincere. If that were to happen, even if he managed to get some refreshing blood from it, it would be completely useless to him. That was the reason why he refrained from driving a luxury car today.
Even Aiden said that he did not need to show his financial resources. Therefore, the car that Gerald was driving today was just an ordinary car that cost around ten thousand dollars.
Unfortunately, he really did not expect that there would be such an early-morning jam!
As it drove slowly, the car in front of Gerald suddenly hit the brakes! Seeing that, Gerald immediately stopped his car as well.
While he managed to avoid crashing into the car in front of him, the sound of something crashing immediately followed from behind him as Gerald's car swayed slightly forward!
It was clear that whoever was behind it, they accidentally stepped on the gas pedal, not the brakes!
Knowing that the back of his car had been hit, Gerald immediately turned to look at a rather beautiful but flirtatious girl who was wearing a hat and driving a Porsche behind him. Not only was he stuck in traffic, but now his car was also broken! How can't Gerald get frustrated!
As if that wasn't enough, the woman—who was also smoking—then got out of her car, her handbag in hand, before walking up to Gerald and shouting, “B*stard base! Do you open your eyes when driving? How can you stop your car like that!”
"I'm sorry? It's obviously your fault for hitting my car, auntie!” reply Gerald, completely at a loss for words in front of this senseless woman.
As soon as she heard him calling her a 'auntie', the woman immediately gasped in shock. A second later, his entire body began to tremble as his expression turned extremely ugly.
“You... How dare you call me aunty?! Acting arrogantly in front of me! I've seen many poor people like you! Just look at your own car and compare it to mine! I'm warning you right now, you better be smart and compensate me for the damage! Otherwise, I will call my husband right now to deal with you!” the woman shouted furiously.
Hearing that, Gerald could only shake his head while smiling wryly.
Because the traffic was so heavy that the cars were completely immobile again, some people stuck there started to lower their car windows to watch the exciting show.
Naturally, Gerald would not pay her a single penny, so she called her husband!
Not long after her husband was riding a big Hummer. As soon as he arrived, he immediately ran across the pavement to Gerald and his wife.
Sticking tightly behind him were several large and sturdy-looking men, each wearing a golden chain around their necks. Once close enough to Gerald, they immediately put their hands in their pockets, making sure to break their necks with a hard 'plop' as they smoked rather intimidatingly.
“That's it, husband! He's the one who stopped his car all of a sudden and made me hit him!” obviously the woman quickly.
“You have the guts to go after my woman, young man. Are you tired of living in Mayberry City? Tell me, do you know who I am?" asked the middle-aged leader of the group in a cold tone. In his left hand, there was a bag and on his wrist, a glittering golden watch.
“Beats me!” gerald replied, shaking his head while pulling out his phone to check the time.
"You motherfucker!" the guards shouted as soon as they heard Gerald say that.
As each of them directly stepped forward, the middle-aged man shouted furiously, “How dare you! You're really done for today, young man! I'll make sure you won't even be able to stand up once we're done with you!”
"Oh? Who exactly will do the deed?” gerald asked as he looked at the woman's husband casually.
“I, of course!” roung the middle-aged man in return.
After hearing that, Gerald only laughed out loud before shaking his head and looking straight into the man's eyes.
Realizing that Gerald was still trying to fool him, the middle-aged man felt his anger mounting. The same goes for his men as well who are now all angry.
"We'll end you, you mother*cker!" roar all his men as they toss their cigarettes to the ground and run to Gerald!