Chapter 137 She Stopped Short

• Eliana then left, leaving me a stack of money. She didn’t count it, nor did I, but it seemed to be around four or five grand. I then offered to drive her back, but she declined and insisted on driving by herself. When she got into the car and drove off, I dipped my head and lighted a cigarette. In just that brief moment, a crash sounded before me. When I looked up, I saw that her car had crashed into the wall. When I walked up to her, she was still stepping on the gas pedal hard, muttering to herself, “I’m not stepping on the brakes, so why is the car not moving…”
• “There’s a wall right in front of you. Dearie, if you can move the wall, then you’re truly a flying pig, beyond incredible.” Opening the car door, I dragged her out, but she refused, asking me incessantly whether it was me who pushed her car to the wall. Am I Kung Fu Panda that I can push a car to the wall?
• “I’ll drive Miss Bell back, while you guys settle the car.” After saying this to the manager and others who rushed out of the bar, I then forcibly carried her into my car.