Yvette laughed in anger. "I didn't do it. Why should I pay compensation?"
Did she look like a fool?
"Then there's no choice. I'll just live in your house and have you serve me when I piss and shit..."
The skinny man smiled wickedly.
In an instant, Lance's eyes suddenly darkened. His eyes were filled with coldness when he looked at the man.
Yvette was so angry that she wanted to beat him up, but Lance held her shoulders in a death grip.
"Yvette..."
He called her and patted her shoulder. His voice was lowered.
"Don’t worry, I’ll handle this for you. You go out and wait first."
Yvette was reluctant and looked at him questioningly.
"Don't brush it away with money. I didn't do anything wrong."
Lance nodded. "Don’t worry."
Under his repeated assurances, Yvette reluctantly left.
The skinny man looked at the man in front of him and smiled enviously.
"You have to spend a lot of money to take care of a woman like her, right? It’s nice to be rich. What kind o f woman can't you find?"
Lance raised his eyes, his expression austere.
"I'll give you two choices."
His voice suddenly went cold.
The skinny man withdrew his gaze and shivered in his heart.
"What?"
"One, I'll break your leg for real and give you $100,000. Two, you apologize to her and f*ck off."
In Lance’s choices, there was no extra compensation nor any intention to settle the situation with money.
The skinny man looked at him suspiciously.
“Do you think that’s possible?"
Lance nodded. "I think it’s possible. I can find your home through any channel. Your parents, your colleagues, your relatives, and your friends. There’s bound to be someone who knows exactly how your leg was broken. By then, I’ll sue you. Do you know how many years you'll need to spend in jail for fraud? Three years at least and seven years at most."
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