The Rose He Showed Off Is Putting Down Roots in a Garden of Her Own novel Chapter 82

The woman clearly thought she was acting cute and fiery, but Zane couldn't be bothered to spare her a second glance.

Vivian was young; she was naturally endearing without having to try. This woman was easily in her late twenties, decidedly average in looks, and trying way too hard to play the clumsy-but-adorable card. Zane just found her insufferable.

He pulled the warning triangle from the trunk and set it up behind the idiot woman's car.

Elara's car was expensive. This woman's car wasn't quite at that level, but the fact that she dared to scream like this meant she came from old money.

Still, with manners this thoroughly garbage, Zane couldn't figure out who she belonged to. He hadn't met a single socialite in the city who acted this trashy.

Zane dialed Jasper. "Bring my car over. I'm sending you the location. Handle this accident for me."

Jasper, who had been on his way to drive past Seraphina's place, cursed under his breath as he pulled a U-turn. *I never should have driven your damn car.*

The woman marched up, her attitude dripping with entitlement. "Are you deaf? I'm talking to you! The least you could do is make a sound!"

No one dared speak to Zane like that, let alone call him deaf.

Well...

Except for his ex-wife.

Ever since the psychological torment of Jocelyn, Zane had absolutely zero patience for loud, arrogant women. Just looking at her gave him a headache.

His expression darkened, and his predatory gaze locked onto her. "Who are your parents?"

His underlying message was clear: *You are not on my level to have this conversation.* Unfortunately, the woman entirely missed the subtext.

"What does it matter who I am? I haven't even asked who you are yet!"

She desperately wanted to know his identity.

The car was a luxury model and looked vaguely familiar. She figured he had to be one of the city's wealthy heirs. There were no feminine touches in the vehicle, so she deduced it belonged to him, and he must have let his female companion drive because he'd been drinking.

Plus, he had serious money—that bottle of wine he tossed wasn't cheap.

Naturally, she wanted to network.

Yes, she was on a mission to meet every eligible billionaire in the city. She needed to cast a wide net rather than betting everything on one impossibly difficult target.

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