His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 373

“I... I didn’t do anything. She lost her balance and hurt herself,” the man stammered, his face stiff with effort. His voice, however, betrayed him, filled with a helplessness that suggested even he didn’t believe his own excuse.

“Is that so?” The icy words cut through the air, his eyes lifting slowly, dark and menacing. “Then, did your car crash itself too?”

“No, no! Are all you rich folks this unreasonable?” The man’s voice was tinged with frustration.

“You were the one being unreasonable first.” The man's voice was cold and disdainful. “So, do you want to play fair or not?”

The man's eyes flickered nervously. He knew he couldn't outmaneuver the wealthy by being unreasonable. A minor injury; he could pay for that.

“Look, she got hurt, I’ll compensate. But you have to pay for my car too.”

Casper's lips curled into a small smile. “I can get you a new one, no big deal.”

The man patted the old sedan beside him as if it were a precious artifact, his eyes glinting with greed.

“Just give me the money. This car was worth twenty grand when I bought it.” A greedy smile spread across his face. “Pay up now.”

“Alright, since you insist.” Casper swiped a finger across his phone screen, transferring the twenty thousand in an instant.

With a quick call from Casper, Dillon and several men in black appeared, exuding an air of authority.

Under the man's astonished gaze, they began to systematically destroy his “twenty grand treasure.” Hammers fell, shattering windows and peeling off paint, as if the car were undergoing an apocalyptic beating.

The man stood there, his eyes vacant, watching his "treasure" disintegrate, too terrified to resist or show anger.