olls-Royce Owner Went Mad After Being Teased About 98-Octane Gas

“Fine! One million it is, I’ll pay!”

I didn’t even give them a chance to think and immediately agreed.

As soon as I said this, all eyes turned to me.

Most people thought I was just bluffing, that I couldn’t possibly afford that much money.

But their opinions didn’t matter to me.

What mattered was that my boss’s car had also been damaged.

While it wasn’t as severe as the Rolls-Royce, the driver’s side door had been dented.

Had it been an ordinary domestic car, Greg Harrison’s earlier crash would have probably totaled it by now.

I slowly stood up and walked toward the Lincoln.

“Since your compensation is settled, shouldn't we talk about my compensation now?”

With that, I suddenly changed my tone, and it became much colder.

“Two bottles of bourbon, plus a car door.”

As soon as I said this, Greg burst out laughing.

“Kid, did the crash mess up your brain or something?”

“A domestic car and two bottles of bourbon that even a dog wouldn’t drink, what the hell are they worth?”

I cast a cold glance at the two of them.

“Greg Harrison, Emily Green, I’ve told you before, my boss's car is no ordinary domestic vehicle.”

“Besides, there are many types of bourbon, and the two bottles you smashed were the rarest Han Emperor bourbon!”

“Combined, these two items are worth over nine figures!”

Being ignorant isn’t scary, but not knowing the trouble you’re in is.

“Bullshit! I haven’t heard of any of those names!”

Greg Harrison pulled the woman into his arms, lazily blowing out a puff of smoke.

“Kid, you’re making up those names, aren’t you trying to back out?”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you. If you don’t come up with one million, don’t even think about leaving Greenwood City alive!”

With less than half an hour left until the meeting time, I didn’t feel like wasting any more words with them. In front of everyone, I pulled out my phone.

“Hello, Boss, it’s me, Shane.”

The boss’s voice on the other end sounded a little surprised when he heard my voice.

“You were supposed to refuel, why the hell is it taking so long?”

I took a deep breath and slowly spoke.

“Boss, the refueling situation is a long story. I have an emergency I need to report to you!”

“Your executive car was hit!”

“What did you say!?”

The boss immediately became furious, his astonishment nearly coming through the phone.

“Shane, are you kidding me?”

“That’s a Lincoln, who the hell has the guts to do that?”

I shot a meaningful glance at Greg Harrison, who was across from me, and slowly continued.

“Boss, I wouldn’t joke about something like this!”

“The guy who hit your car is now asking me to pay him one million, and he’s threatening that if I don’t, I won’t make it out of Greenwood City alive!”

I briefly explained the situation, and the boss was so angry he threw his cup.

“Who’s the guy?”

I was about to speak when Emily Green snatched the phone from my hand.

“Hello, are you this kid's boss?”

“You’ve got twenty minutes to get one million, or else, just wait for your driver to collect his body!”

The boss, probably not expecting to be talked to like that after living most of his life, paused for a few seconds.

“So you’re the one who hit my car and now you want Shane to pay?”

At this moment, Emily Green still didn’t know the real identity of the person on the other end of the phone and started berating him.