Love on the Fast Track - Chapter 804
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Chapter 804:
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She realized there was a profound misunderstanding between her and Sean.
“Excuse me, I’m afraid I have to go now.”
Norah stood up and walked out, aimlessly wandering the streets. It had been over two weeks since she and Sean last spoke. She thought about reaching out to him, but the thought of him being with Amabel held her back.
He had once made promises to her, yet now he had Amabel working for him again. She was left wondering if anything had transpired between him and that scheming Amabel.
At a short distance, Norah noticed a group of people gathered together, bustling with noise.
“Hit and run, huh? I’ve already called the police. They’ll be here in minutes.”
“Drop your act. I didn’t hit you.”
“There are cameras and plenty of witnesses here. You won’t get away with this.”
Derek was furious and tempted to drive over the unreasonable middle-aged man.
He had never felt so demeaned by an ordinary person during his stay in Silverdale.
Coen intervened, “Derek, avoid conflicts in public.” The man was a delivery worker who claimed to have fallen at the intersection and accused Derek of hitting him.
The man worked as a delivery driver. As he made a turn at an intersection, he tumbled to the ground right in front of their car. He stayed down, insisting they had hit him.
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“We have a business dinner soon. Just pay him off.” Derek nodded in agreement. Attending the business dinner on time was much more important.
He controlled his anger and asked, “How much do you want?” The delivery man looked up and said greedily, “You need to cover my delayed order and my injury. I need fifty thousand dollars for my troubles.”
Derek, who had once been nearly bankrupt, wasn’t about to hand out money unnecessarily.
“You’re not injured at all. Fifty grand? Are you kidding me?” The man stayed on the ground and replied, “You claim I’m not hurt. Let’s go to the hospital and check.”
He saw it as an opportunity to get a free medical examination.
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