"Never mind. I'll just go down there and see what's happening." Daisy got out of the car. She saw heavy traffic with cars lined up on the street. The drivers were honking impatiently. Beneath the flickering street lights, she looked prettier than ever before as she walked past the long trail of cars. The military uniform that she was wearing amplified her beauty. She looked like a perfect amalgam of beauty and power.
Mark closed the door, and followed her. Luckily, it wasn't one of those busy traffic hours. Otherwise, the honking might have driven people crazy.
"What's the matter?" There was a hostile tension between the two parties. Looking at the tainted BMW, Daisy got a little impatient. It was just a scratch. The whole matter could have been settled with some repair and damage compensation. Why did people have to stand in the middle of the road and paralyze the traffic?
"Why do you care? You're just a poor soldier. Do you think you can fix this? Just take a look at the make of my car and then dare to open your mouth!" A middle-aged man, who was seemingly rich, looked at Daisy disdainfully and said. To him, she was just an ordinary soldier who knew nothing about the worth of this car.
"Watch your tongue! If it weren't for soldiers, you wouldn't feel safe in your country, let alone drive a fancy car." Mark lectured him. Seeing the man disrespect Daisy, he was pissed. It was just a damn BMW X6. What was in it to show off? Although Daisy didn't own a BMW X6, she did have a Lamborghini and a Rolls-Royce. It wasn't this man's fault that he hadn't seen a really luxurious car in his life, but he shouldn't have tried to show off in front of Daisy.
"Are you going to beat up a commoner? I'll report this matter to your superior." The middle-aged man sneered, glancing at Mark in contempt. His eyes were filled with arrogance.
"Mark, back down." This was why Daisy didn't like interfering in other people's business. She would have turned a blind eye to this matter if she hadn't been in a hurry. But now that she was involved in this, she couldn't let it go, no matter how powerful this man was.
"Are you that colonel?" Suddenly, she heard a cheerful voice, and saw someone walking up to her.
"You are-" Daisy didn't recognize this wildly dressed girl standing in front of her.
"I'm Michelle. Don't you remember me? Duh-duh-duh... Remember now?" Michelle made a gesture and sound of a shooting gun. She had the devil-may-care attitude, but she was smart enough to keep the gunfire matter low key since they were surrounded by people.
"Oh, it's you. What's going on here?" Daisy was grateful to this little girl. No matter who she was, she once saved her life.
"Sister colonel, it's just a little scratch. Only some paint has come off. There is no other damage. I'm willing to pay for the repair. But he said I blew off a huge business for him that was worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. He is asking that money from me," Michelle answered. She then turned to the man and said, "Do I look that stupid to you?"
She glared at him with resentment. She wasn't interested in his business and definitely had nothing to do with his failure in business. She just accidentally scratched his car a little. And she wouldn't let him rip her off for that.
"You think you have nothing to do with my loss in business? Listen up, girl, if you hadn't crashed into my car, I, wouldn't have been late for the meeting with my client." The man absolutely wasn't a nice guy. He thought he could handle this little girl easily.
"Ridiculous! Don't you dare make it my fault. You are incapable of making money. Stop taking it out on others! I should be blaming you for wasting my time that I could have used on saving the lives of people. There are about a hundred people fighting right now. If anybody dies, it's on you!" Michelle had always been famous for winning every argument. It was not possible for anyone to win in a argument against her.
"Little girl, I'll slap you! Have your parents taught you nothing? As a young girl, don't you have better things to do than to become a gangster?" The man was furious. He would hit Michelle if it weren't for the hooligan-looking men standing beside her.
"My entire clan is full of gangsters. How can you expect a gangster couple to raise an obedient girl?" Michelle retorted. The fatty shouldn't have involved her parents into this.
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