Chapter 111: Chapter 111- Wanruo (1)

The taxi zipped through the main city's streets, weaving in and out of traffic with the kind of reckless abandon only someone like Karl could muster.

His foot pressed harder on the accelerator, and the car's engine roared in response.

"I finally escaped that idiot," Karl muttered under his breath, a smirk creeping across his face as the thought lingered.

Damien's nonchalance towards danger had rattled him a bit, but now, far away from the Raphael estate, he felt a surge of relief.

For a moment, his mind drifted back to the morning's embarrassment—when he'd accidentally pooped his pants during a particularly stressful job.

The memory made his face flush, though no one was around to witness it.

"Man, this day just keeps getting better, huh?" he chuckled to himself, feeling the release of tension as the car sped along the streets.

But his brief moment of humor was short-lived.

His thoughts still a bit distracted, he suddenly miscalculated a turn.

The screeching of tires was the only warning he got before—BAM!

The taxi scraped hard against the side of a sleek black sports car, leaving a long, jagged scratch along the luxury vehicle's polished surface.

"Oh, shit," Karl blurted, his heart leaping into his throat.

He quickly pulled over to the side, cursing under his breath.

The door of the sports car slammed open, and out stepped a young man dressed in expensive designer clothes.

He looked no older than twenty-five, but his expression was that of someone who had been handed everything on a silver platter his whole life.

His face twisted with fury as he stormed towards Karl's taxi.

"You blind or something!?" the young master shouted, his voice dripping with indignation.

Without hesitation, he swung his leg, landing a hard kick against the side of Karl's taxi.

The metal frame groaned in protest.

"Look what you did to my car!"

"Whoa, hey, easy, man!" Karl said, his hands raised in a gesture of peace as he quickly got out of the driver's seat.

"It's just a scratch, right? We can figure this out."

He smiled nervously, trying to calm the situation.

But the young man wasn't having any of it.

He grabbed Karl by the collar, yanking him forward aggressively.

"A scratch? Do you even know how much this car costs? I could have you working for the rest of your miserable life to pay for this, you idiot!"

"Ugh..." Karl winced, struggling to break free from the young master's grip.

"Look, I don't want any trouble, alright? Just calm down and—" Before Karl could finish, a sharp voice cut through the chaos.

"Stop it!"

Both men turned to see a police officer walking towards them.

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She was tall and confident, her uniform crisp and her gaze steady.

Her long hair was tied back in a tight bun, and her badge gleamed under the afternoon sun.

The young master's grip on Karl's collar loosened slightly as she approached.

The officer looked between them, her eyes narrowing as she assessed the situation.

"What's going on here?"

The young master immediately puffed out his chest, pointing at the scratch on his car. "This idiot crashed into my car, and he's acting like it's no big deal!"

Lin wanruo glanced at the damage, her expression neutral. "I see. And does kicking his car solve anything?"

The young master scowled but stayed silent, clearly irritated at being called out.

Karl, still straightening out his shirt, muttered, "Thanks, officer. I was just trying to explain—"

The officer held up a hand, silencing him. "Let's handle this the right way. Papers, both of you. We'll file a report and sort this out properly."

She glanced at the young master, her tone firm. "And no more kicking."

Lin Wanruo stood beside the taxi, writing up the accident report with swift, precise movements.

Her face was expressionless.

She couldn't help but reflect on how her life had taken such a drastic turn.

After the fiasco in Camphrian City, she was thrown out for trying to wield her family's influence due to her recklessness. But she managed to land an officer's job here in the main city.

She had hoped the change would provide a fresh start.

However, the weight of her carrier's taint and the memories of Camphrian City lingered.

As she finished writing up the ticket, she heard a familiar voice behind her.

"Hey, aren't you from the Lin family?"

Her hand froze mid-motion.

She turned slowly, already dreading what was coming.

Standing there, the young master who had been yelling at Karl earlier was now looking at her with a sly grin.

"Yes, I am," she replied, her voice carefully controlled.

She had just been recognized on her first day on duty.

The young man let out a low chuckle, leaning casually against his car. "You still have that habit of playing police and thief, huh?" seaʀᴄh thё NôvelFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

His smirk widened, clearly enjoying himself. "Don't you remember me? I'm the son of your father's secretary."

Wanruo's eyes darkened, and her jaw clenched tightly.

She remembered all too well.

His father had been one of the few people to help her after the debacle in Camphrian City.

Now his son was standing in front of her, trying to toy with her.

Her father, the patriarch of the Lin family, had been furious on her, but with the help of his secretary, she had managed to escape most of the repercussions.

Still, the last thing she needed now was trouble with this brat.

"Of course," she muttered through gritted teeth. "How could I forget?"

The young man smiled, satisfied with her reaction.

"Good. Just try not to go too hard on me. My old man wouldn't like it." He gave her a wink, completely unaware of how her fists were trembling, barely holding back her frustration.

Wanruo took a deep breath, forcing herself to regain composure.

She turned sharply towards Karl, her expression suddenly hardening.

"Can't you drive safely?" she snapped, her tone far more aggressive than it had been earlier.