Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire-Chapter 28: Road accident

"Clara,"

Roman was driving with one hand and the other positioned on Clara's fair thigh.

"Did you enjoy yourself today?"

Roman was good-looking. However, the constant partying through the night and indulging in romance made him somewhat weak and feeble.

Clara was a bit disapproving of Roman's frivolousness. But witnessing the million-dollar bag beside her and contemplating his stature, she managed to muster a sweet smile.

"When I'm with you, of course I'm happy."

"So, do you want to return a bit later," Romans hand again wandered upwards a bit, a look of desire in his eyes.

"And do something even more enjoyable?" Clara understood Roman's implications.

She was even more aware that men would never cherish what they get too easily.

She must keep Roman hanging for a while longer. Containing Roman's restless hand, Clara smiled and said.

"Not today, but in the future? That depends on your performance."

A glint of disappointment flickered in Roman's eyes, but he did not say anything and pressed down on the accelerator, running through a red light.

He always had patience for women with alluring looks. --

"Uncle,"

Tiffany leaned forward, looking at the driver with eager curiosity.

"Do you guys encounter such situations often?"

Taking advantage of this opportunity, she wanted to gather some material.

Miss Tiffany's way of thinking seemed to be a bit unusual.

Shouldn't ordinary girls be scared when they face such situations?

Matching eyes with Tiffany's excited gaze, the driver glanced at Camilla's indifferent expression and seemed to have understood something.

He carefully chose his words to reply.

"Not too often."

After all, the overwhelming majority of stalkers were dealt with as soon as they were discovered.

"So, do you guys really engage in chases on the road? Like in Fast and the Furious?"

"Not possible," The driver felt helpless within.

"They wouldn't dare be so brazen."

"True." Tiffany nodded.

"So..." Afraid that Tiffany might ask further, the driver quickly cut her off.

"Madam, those cars are getting closer."

Camilla looked at the approaching jeeps in the rearview mirror, then at the secluded road they were about to enter, a trace of coldness flashing in her eyes.

She pointed to a white Ferrari ahead.

"Speed up and hit that car."

Tiffany was taken aback. The driver was taken aback too.

"Hit, hit the car?"

"Yes," Camilla's beautiful eyes slightly narrowed.

"Just hit the rear side. Don't kill anyone.

Hurry up."

Her words, though gentle, carried an indisputable tone.

"But..."

The driver was hesitant. It's not that he didn't want to obey Camilla's orders.

But wouldn't this act disrupt the plan from upstairs?

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Just then, a deep magnetic voice came through his earpiece.

"Do as she said." Mr. Luther? Upon hearing this voice, where could the driver dare to hesitate further?

"Yes, Young Madam, Miss Tiffany, hold on tight!"

While speaking, he pressed harder on the accelerator, aiming for the back of the white Ferrari in front.

Camilla furrowed her brows.

She found the driver's sudden change of attitude a bit abrupt, but she had no time to ponder over it for now.

Sinclair watched the image on the screen, a faint smile in his eyes.

This woman, she was quite clever.

"Bang--"

Accompanied by a heavy crash, both cars came to a halt.

"Ah!!" Clara in the passenger seat suddenly lunged forward, screaming in fright.

"Hiss--" The driver, Roman, sucked in a cold breath.

The collision from behind was not severely violent.

But his hand, positioned on Clara's thigh, hadn't had time to react when losing balance and lunging forward, and twisted harshly.

From the bone-cracking sound just now, it was apparent that a fracture had occurred.

"Damn, I'm going to see what blind thing dared to hit my car,"

Roman, unbuckling his seat belt, got out of the car, his face full of anger.

"If I don't make him bankrupt and kneeling on the ground begging me, I might as well change my surname from Luna!!"

The collision of the two cars caused some congestion at the traffic light.

Quite a few pedestrians, seeing that they were top-of-the-range luxury cars, came over to watch the commotion.

Meanwhile, in the jeep behind.

"How could this happen?!"

"Damn it,"

The slightly overweight man's face is filled with anger.

"Why did the accident happen precisely at this time?

Wasn't it said that the drivers from the Luther Family were carefully selected among thousands of candidates?"

The man in the baseball cap looked at the increasing crowd around him, his face turning extremely pale.

"They did this intentionally." "Intentionally?!"

The slightly overweight man's anger instantly morphed into seriousness.

"You mean, we have been discovered?"

"Most likely," The man in the baseball cap looked around vigilantly.

"You immediately contact the boss, inform him of the situation, and request a retreat."

The slightly overweight man looked at the Maybach not far away, his eyes full of remorse.

"But... just like that we're giving up?" That's eighty million we're talking about.

"Forget it, are we supposed to start a fight under everyone's watchful eyes?"

The man in the duckbill hat furrowed his brows and his tone became more serious.

"We're well aware of the Luther Family's strength.

Every second we delay, our danger increases."

"Right," The slightly fat man helplessly picked up his phone.

At that moment, not too far away.

"Get the hell out!"

Roman took out a baseball bat from inside his car and brutally smashed it on the windshield of the Maybach.

"You hit my car and dare to hide inside like a turtle retracting its head into its shell?!"

The driver saw the four Jeeps turning around, and everything clicked in his mind.

"Madam, Miss Tiffany," Removing his seatbelt, he said in a gentle voice.

"You two stay in the car, I'll go and check." Camilla also noticed the four cars' movements, and she heaved a sigh of relief from the bottom of her heart and nodded her head.

"No matter how much it costs, pay him off."

The driver nodded, opened the car door, and got out.

Seeing this, Roman finally found an outlet for his anger.

"So you've finally decided to get out?"

He took two steps forward, pressing the driver's head with his baseball bat.

"If you hadn't done so, I Roman would've set your car on fire."

Camilla frowned. Tiffany also showed displeasure.

"Who is this person, and why is he so arrogant?"

Among the onlookers, someone recognized Romans identity.

"That white Ferrari belongs to the son of the Luna Family, Roman, right?"

"That's right, it's him," The people around confirmed with a nod.

"A few days ago, I was scrolling through VB and saw a gossipy piece about him and a popular young actress.

Not jealous of lovers nor immortals, I envy every day of Roman life."

"Roman is famously temperamental.

If you cross him, the owner of that Maybach could be in big trouble."

"That's not necessarily.

After all, those who can afford a Maybach are bound to be either wealthy or influential."

"No matter how rich and powerful you are, can you compare to the Luna Family?"

"Sir, I'm really sorry. It was my error that caused the collision with your car,"

Despite being held at the head by Roman with a baseball bat, the driver still wears an apologetic smile.

"So, how much compensation do you need?"

"Compensation?" Roman sneers.

"You think you can dismiss me with money? Do you know who I am?" His face displays his displeasure.

"Just my arm alone, could make your boss go bankrupt compensating me.

Do you believe it?" He doesn't.

This is what the driver thinks, but his face still carries an apologetic look.

"Now, call your boss." Roman coldly commands, tapping the driver's head with the baseball bat.

"Tell him to get over here immediately, kneel down and apologize, or I'll make sure he'll suffer immensely."

"Heh."

A trace of derision flashed in the driver's eyes, but he did not react.

"I do apologize, my boss is currently busy. Could you please go ahead and sort out the compensation matters?"

"Dammit, can't you understand what I'm saying?"

Roman was angered by the driver's attitude, and he was about to swing the baseball bat at his head.

Just then.

"Stop!"