Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 862

After Calum got out of the car, he approached the red Porsche 911 and tapped on the window.

"Greetings, do you need a hand?"

As expected, a beautiful young lady could be seen in the car when the windows were lowered.

Cherie took a quick glance at the rearview mirror and noticed a black Bentley behind her. She realized she had obstructed the car behind her with her terrible parking skills.

She frantically apologized. "I'm really sorry, my parking skills are just horrible."

Calum politely replied, "Well, if you don't mind, I’m willing to lend you a hand."

Calum thought to himself, 'Boss's time is extremely precious. It'll be too bad if his time is wasted on parking a car.'

Cherie's eyes lit up as she felt glad that someone else would be willing to park her car for her. It meant that she would not have to worry about it anymore.

She unbuckled her seatbelt and replied with a smile, "Thank you."

It was at that instant that Cherie got out of the car.

Boyle who was sitting at the black Bentley’s backseat looked up and immediately noticed the familiar silhouette from his memories.

His eyes began to glimmer.

Boyle could clearly see the same face he had been yearning and missing for throughout the years when Cherie turned around to look at the black Bentley.

It was her.

Boyle's heart thumped in his chest.

It did not take long for Calum to finish parking her car.

Cherie thanked him politely, "Thank you so much."

"No worries."

Calum returned to the black Bentley after both parties had thanked each other.

After that, Cherie took her bag and entered the building after she was done parking her car.

The black Bentley’s privacy window was gradually lowered.

Boyle was completely focused on her slender little silhouette as he said, "Crash into her car."

Calum was stunned. He did not understand what his boss meant by that as he asked, "Boss?"

"I said, crash into that Porsche 911."

Calum assumed he had misheard his boss so he asked, "Why?"

Had the young lady somehow unknowingly offended his boss?

Boyle replied with a deep voice, "Stop asking why and just do as I say."

Calum was speechless.

Was it really acceptable for him to do such a thing?

However, Calum had no choice but to obey his boss's order. He said a silent prayer for the young lady before crashing into her car.

It was a Porsche 911 and regardless of who was driving it, it was still a decent car.

Would the crash not make the female driver sad?

Calum gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and floor the gas pedal before a loud bang was heard.

The black Bentley rear-ended the red Porsche 911.

Calum went wide-eyed as he stared at the carnage. He was completely stunned.

On the other hand, Boyle looked extremely calm. He had no reaction to what had just occurred.

Calum asked, "What now, boss?"

Boyle ordered calmly, "Leave our numbers behind so the car owner can contact us to talk about the settlement."

Calum was speechless.

Had his boss been possessed today? Was he too bored and had nothing else better to do?

Calum only dared to complain about his boss in his heart. He did not dare to say out loud what was on his mind.

Boyle reminded him, "Leave your number."

"Huh?" Calum was confused. However, he agreed. "Sure, boss."

After leaving his number and parking his car, both Boyle and Calum entered the building together.

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The organizer for tonight's charity dinner event was the Schindler Group. Plenty of CEOs and wealthy powerful men had been invited.

The hall was brightly lit and very well-decorated. Plenty of fresh flowers and lots of champagne were placed around the hall.