Chapter 278: That's how you slap faces

Chapter 278: That's how you slap faces

"Sorry about that.... " Lea said awkwardly as she uncuffed Victor... Yes, she just tried to arrest him, but that ‘big brother’ who just killed his friend quickly cleared things up, confessing that it was all his fault... He was the one who assaulted the poor car and his now-dead friend. Victor was a Victim!

He wanted Victor to forgive him and hoped that his father would not end up like his predecessor.

“It is ok officer Lea, you were just doing your duty," Victor said as he casually took back his phone from one embarrassed police officer and quickly sent Kai a message to lightly punish a certain CEO, and to fire the security personnel of the hotel who failed to protect their young master’s car... The young man did the right thing by acknowledging his wrongdoing. Victor liked smart bootlickers.

“Anything else, officer?” Victor asked as he noticed that Lea was still standing next to him with a hesitant look on her face.

"Ah... Just a question... I heard you were getting married..." Lea said as she put her hand behind her back.

"Yes... My family is forcing me... I tried to ruin it by trying to make a scandal in that brothel, but it failed..." he sighed as a victim.

"Oh.... So that's what it was about ... sorry for doubting you...." She said with some embarrassment.

"It's ok officer..." he sighed.

"So..." she hesitated, "Are you still into... men?" She asked as Margret, who just finished inspecting the car, held her stomach and looked away to avoid laughing.

"I don't know anymore... " He sighed as he shook his head. He was wondering how to get rid of this stupid girl softly, she seemed strangely persistent today. His father would definitely cut him into pieces if anything funny happened here... Theodore liked his offspring in proportion to how much he liked their mothers after all... And he really liked Nickole, despite her not being his wife!

“I decided to try different things before deciding...” he said after some thinking.

“Different is good!...” she said while nodding.

“That’s what everyone is telling me!” he said.

“Then... How about we have lunch together and talk about it?” she asked after some hesitation. As long as he didn’t have his wedding, he was fair game. She convinced herself. She would definitely let him fall for her!

“Ah... I don’t mind,“

“Realy?” She was surprised.

“Yeah... How about tomorrow?... Can you bring your mother too?” he asked after some thought.

“That would be.... My mother? Why?” she was taken aback.

“I think aunt Nickole is a very charming, mature, and knowledgeable woman... I want to get to talk to her again... I may ask her about how she met my father... and maybe about her preferences...” Victor began to speak with a dirty smile that Lea didn’t like at all.

"My mother is a married woman..."

"Really?" he asked with a bigger smile, "So, can you invite her?"

“My mother is busy tomorrow....” she said in a hurry after finally realizing what Victor meant by trying new things. That granny's incident was not fake after all! This guy was already beyond redemption.

“Then how about the day after.... Where are you going?”

“I just remembered that I have an important task!” Lea said as she mounted her motorbike and drove away in a hurry... This conversation went in a direction that she didn’t like at all!

“What about the launch....”

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“This wouldn’t work!” Victor said, surprising even Margret who liked the car and was ready to slap the woman’s face and pay directly.

"What?" Nadia asked.

“Show us the next one...” Victor said directly looking away as if this pretty car was not up to his standard.

“Then, how about this FireRat is...” she began to explain about the next supercar.

“No,” Victor said just as she finished. “It does not suit my image!”

“How about the FlashDriver...”

“Ugly...”

“The SkyHolder...”

“Too small... I want something bigger....”

"Mountain-Breaker...."

"Too big!"

...

Victor, who was super evil, only said no to the cars Nadia was showing him after waiting for her to fully explain everything about them one by one... It took them 2 hours until they finished going around the shop. Nadia was literally out of breath.

“I want this one!” Victor said finally, as they approached a cheap black van right next to the door...

“The ebony turtle? This one is for poor people! It is only $9000... It is on sale right now for $5000 are you sure you want this?” said Nadia, who not only wanted to make Margret pay a lot, but gain a big commission.

Selling this ugly car would only get her about $25! She didn’t like that at all!

She was even beginning to suspect that Margret had been playing her all along!

“Yes... It has a sufficiently large trunk and a strong engine,” Victor said as he examined the car. “And most importantly, it is so cheaply made, that its entire frame is mostly made out of plastic! It is the one I need!” he said with a smug smile.

“We will take it...” Margret said as she threw her credit card in Nadia's face, “Process it quickly! This young lady has a busy schedule” she demanded in a loud voice, playing her part perfectly. She had no idea though why Victor chose this car.

Nadia wanted to play some tricks, but noticing the card, she didn’t dare to. It was a white platinum dragon bank card! How did that slut get this? She wondered as she hurried to process the purchase... She didn’t even suspect that the card was fake or stolen. No one would dare to be that Stupid!

The process ended in just 10 Minutes. Nadia worked very efficiently. If Margret lodged a complaint against her, she would be fired in a heartbeat! The boss, who was her sugar daddy, might even cut her into pieces.

“The car is yours!” Nadia said as she gave the keys to Victor with a sigh. She was wondering if this sugar baby has something wrong in his mind.

“Good... Now we can talk about the other business...” Victor said as Margret, who climbed into the car, looked back. What other business?

“What other business.... “Nadia wanted to inquire too, but the answer arrived before she could ask. A bloody slap to her pretty face sent her rolling to the opposite side of the store, crashing into an expensive car and breaking its windshield.

“Never call my girl a slut!” Victor coldly said as he slowly wiped his hand with a paper napkin then climbed into the driver’s seat and started the car.

“That’s how you slap faces!” he told the shocked Margret as he stepped on the gas pedal and drove out of the store arrogantly, nearly running over the stupid security guard who tried to stop him.