Arrogant Man VS Unyielding Woman novel Chapter 179

"Look at the options you had — Bentley, Lamborghini, or Ferrari. Any one of these is better than the one you have picked. Where's your taste?" Zed sneered.

"Uh huh. All the cars you named are truly fancy and extravagant, but they don't fit me. Do you think it is appropriate for me, a normal white collar, to drive such a fancy car?" Standing with her hands on her hips, Jean asked back helplessly.

With his handsome face scrunched up in the harsh sunlight, Zed said, "I'd be surprised if there is anyone who doesn't know that you are Zed's wife in the whole H City? A fancy car perfectly suits your image."

"I am a regular person with a 9x5 job. I should act like one. Forget it. I should just stop talking to you, or I'll be late for work." Clutching her tan brown leather tote, Jean opened the door and got into the car.

His lips were dry and Zed felt unsure of what Jean was up to. He unwillingly saw Jean drive the car steadily out of the garage.

Anyway, Zed felt that the car didn't match her.

He furrowed his eyebrows, took out his phone and quickly dialed a number.

Jean drove her shipshape Chevrolet out of the front door and put on a determined face.

She thought, 'Jean, you did well.

The first step is to be independent and get rid of any dependence on Zed.

The second step is to alienate him and gradually get away from here.

You must believe in yourself that you can do it. It will happen but it will take time. There is no rush.'

The traffic was just about to hit the roads but Jean had just left the drive way and was about to take a traffic-heavy road. Lost in thoughts, Jean put on a firm expression, clutched her fist and encouraged herself.

Suddenly out of the blue, a man appeared at the intersection ahead.

The Chevrolet zoomed at a steady pace. By the time only a fifty-meter distance was left between the car and the man, Jean noticed what was about to happen.

Seized by panic, she hastily stepped on the brake.

The car leapt ahead with greater speed. With her hands clammy and heart in her mouth, she realized that her foot was on the accelerator and not the brake.

Twenty-meters was left between them. Jean sucked a deep breath in and stepped hard on the brake, with her eyes closed nervously.

"Screech..." The screech of the tire rubbing the ground echoed in Jean's ears that were throbbing with excitement. Her heart was pounding rapidly.

Breathing rapidly, Jean was a bundle of nerves and was shivering.

By the time the car screeched, there was hardly any distance, possibly a few meters were left.

'What happened to the man?

Why was there no sound?

Was he really hit by me?'

A petrified Jean was even more anxious now. She shuddered harder at what had just happened.

Minutes passed. It was still dead silent outside.

Her hazel brown eyes were still shut. To calm herself down, Jean counted till three and opened her eyes. She opened the door with trembling hands.

A hand soaked in blood reached out towards her. Jean jumped out of her skin with fear.

"Ah..."

Jean screamed and was too scared to even look at it. Her face was ashen white and she was dumbstruck by what was in front of her.

"I haven't died... What are you screaming for? Call the ambulance. Or you would have to... collect my dead body." A man said in a feeble voice. Jean was in disbelief about what had happened. Her shivering body stood there rooted to the spot.

As the voice was getting softer and softer, Jean summoned up the courage to open her eyes.