After the Fall A Leap into a Stranger's Arms novel Chapter 220

“Looks like you weren’t making things up.” Another message popped up on Nettie’s phone, this time with a video attached.

She blinked in surprise, then tapped play. The footage showed exactly what happened in the minute before and after the crash. Nettie could see the black plastic bag drifting across her windshield, blocking her view for those crucial few seconds.

Her jaw dropped. She turned to Catherine, practically bursting. “See? I told you! That plastic bag is the whole reason I hit his car.”

Before Catherine could answer, another message arrived. “Since it wasn’t your fault, I’ll just go through insurance. You don’t need to pay for the damage. But as a thank you, you owe me dinner.”

Nettie’s eyes went wide. Just a minute ago, she was ready to cry about her empty bank account, and now… she didn’t have to pay?

Catherine grinned at her. “Looks like this Bugatti owner isn’t so bad after all.”

Nettie let out a huge sigh of relief, her smile lighting up her whole face. “If that’s all, then I’ll definitely take him out for a nice dinner as thanks.”

She quickly typed out a reply. “Thank you so much for understanding. I’m happy to treat you to dinner anytime. You pick the place.”

Catherine leaned in, lowering her voice a little. “Dinner is fine, but you need to be careful. What if this rich guy turns out to be trouble?”

Nettie nodded, suddenly feeling a little nervous. “Where do you think I should take him?”

“Don’t worry,” Catherine said, reassuring. “Lawrence and I will go too. We’ll just book a table at the same restaurant, same time. You guys do your thing, but we’ll be close by in case you need anything.”

Nettie hesitated. “Isn’t that a lot to ask from Lawrence?”

Catherine waved her off. “He won’t mind. I feel better having him around anyway.”

Just then, Nettie’s phone buzzed again. She glanced at the screen, then looked at Catherine, excitement creeping into her voice. “He just sent me the time and the restaurant. Want to guess where?”

Catherine took her phone and read the message. “Friday night at seven, Terroir. He says he’ll text you the private room number once it’s booked. Make sure you’re on time.”

Catherine recognized the name right away. Terroir was one of the city’s fanciest restaurants, famous for its sky-high prices and super private dining rooms. You had to make a reservation at least a week in advance. Clearly, this Bugatti guy wasn’t just rich—he had good taste, too.

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