Chapter 427 Impulsive Vow To An Enigmatic Husband

• “I am his assistant,” Cornelia said. The guy gave Cornelia a good look, focusing on her soft and smooth skin, which made one eager to know what it felt like, “Alright, you handle it. But how do you plan to do that?” Cornelia whipped out her phone and snapped a few pictures, sending them to the insurance company’s rep, “We hit you, so we’re obviously at fault. There are two ways we can handle this: first, I can call the police right now, let them determine who’s responsible, and the insurance company will handle it. Or second, you can accept a private settlement, and we’ll pay you cash directly.” Cornelia looked at the extent of the damage to the vehicle in front of her. The problem wasn’t serious, it was just a small dent, and the car wasn’t worth much. It could be taken care of for two hundred dollars at the most. For Marcus, his time was more valuable than a few hundred bucks, so a private settlement was the easiest and fastest solution.
• The guy was pretty straightforward, “Okay, let’s settle it privately.” Cornelia asked, “Name your price.” To her surprise, the guy asked for a ton, “$50,000.” Even brand new, the car was only worth around $10,000. But he was asking for $50,000, clearly, he wasn’t looking to solve the problem. Cornelia laughed and said politely, “Sir, are you sure you’re not pulling my leg?” The guy leaned in close to Cornelia and whispered, “I have two ways to handle this: first, you give me $50,000; second, you sleep with me and I won’t ask for any compensation.” Despite the harassment, Cornelia didn’t lose her cool, remaining calm and smiling, “Are you sure?” The guy said, “If you satisfy me, I might even give you money.” Cornelia motioned for him to lean in.
• He obediently leaned in and Cornelia whispered in his ear, “You think you’re good enough to sleep with me?” Taken aback, the guy’s face darkened. He pulled out his phone, ready to film Cornelia and the still oblivious Marcus in the car, “Is this how the rich bully people? I’m going to post this online and let everyone judge.” Still smiling, Cornelia’s tone dropped a few degrees, “The man in the car is not someone you can film.” “I can’t film him? What’s he gonna do, kill me? You think being rich gives you the right to threaten me?” The guy didn’t believe a word she said, ready to film with his phone. Cornelia calmly waved her phone, “I’ve recorded you saying you wanted to sleep with me. If you want netizens to judge, so be it.” Working with Marcus for so long taught her the importance of having proof. She had taken this lesson to heart. From the moment they started talking, she had started recording, in case she encountered someone like him.