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After Clarence left Thirteen Hall, he drove to meet Johnson.
Johnson pointed at a private room in the hall. âMaster Howard, theyâre in there. Look.â
Clarence frowned and looked over. Indeed, he saw Miranda sitting with Tom, the young man he met last night.
He was also the person who had smashed Clarenceâs Lamborghini Veneno.
They were laughing as they talked, and they seemed to be having a good time.
Clarence walked over, appearing in front of the two of them.
âClarence, why are you here?â Miranda stood up. She looked surprised and panicked.
Clarence wanted to explain himself when a figure suddenly appeared next to him. The figure pointed at Clarenceâs nose and scolded, âClarence, what are you doing now? Iâve finally found a date for Miranda, so why are you here? Do you have to ruin Mirandaâs date?â
Clarence frowned. âDate? What date? Iâm here to make him pay.â Clarence pointed at Tom.
Peony had a look of dissatisfaction on her face. âPay? What money could Tom possibly owe you? Clarence, youâre so bad at making up lies.â
Then, she suddenly became earnest. âAs Mirandaâs ex-husband, you should want the best for her. Tom is a good man, and heâs educated, so heâs definitely a good future partner for Miranda.
âDidnât you already start a relationship with Cecilia? Why are you still all over Miranda?â
After learning that Clarence had 20 billion dollars, Peony had desperately wanted Clarence and Miranda to get married again.
However, after Tom, who had better qualifications, showed up, she changed her mind again.
To Peony, even though Clarence had 20 billion dollars, he was uncultured.
After he blew the 20 billion and had no more money, he would go back to become penniless sooner or later.
Tom was different. He came from a big family in Gold City and had tens of billions of dollars in assets. He was educated and cultured, so he could always improve himself as a person.
After comparing Tom and Clarence, the winner was obvious.
That was why her attitude toward Clarence changed so often.
Miranda frowned. âClarence, stop fooling around, okay?â
Clarence was amused. âYou also think Iâm fooling around?ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Miranda was confident. âArenât you? Wasnât the attitude you had in Thirteen Hall that day enough? Iâve taken so many steps back, but you still pretend you canât see them. Donât you have any idea? If you want to be with Cecilia, I wonât stop you.â
The woman raised her voice. âHowever, donât stop me from pursuing my own happiness!â
Clarence laughed. âFine, I wonât stop you from pursuing your own happiness.â
He pointed at Tom. âHowever, this kid smashed my car. Iâll leave immediately after he gives me the repair fees.â
Peony yelled, âSee, I told you youâre just a little loser! Do you think youâre untouchable just because youâve got 20 billion dollars now? Tom has no beef with you, so why would he smash your car? Could your excuse get any lamer?â
Suddenly, Tom, who had been watching by the sidelines, laughed. âHeâs right, I did smash his car.â
âHuh?â Peony was stunned.
She thought Clarence was just here to make a scene. She had not expected Tom to have actually smashed his car.
Clarence nodded. âOkay, itâs good that youâre admitting to it. Iâm not unreasonable, so Iâll tell you that the repair fee is 285 million. This is the receipt from the dealer.â
Clarence took the receipt out of his pocket.
Tom did not even look at it. âI smashed your car, but I didnât say Iâd pay for it.â
Peony pressed her lips together. âWhat car is it? Why is it so expensive? Is it a Rolls Royce or a top-of-the-range Bentley? I donât think the manufacturing cost of the presidentâs bulletproof car would even be 200 million, yet youâre asking for more than 200 million now?
âClarence, I donât want to nag you, but have you gone crazy from your desperation to get rich?â
Clarence laughed faintly. âItâs not just a good car, itâs just a top-of-the-range Lamborghini Veneno. There are only three of them here.
âIts landing price is 100 million, and after adding in the procedural fees and taxes, the cost is 130 million. This is the picture the dealer sent me. The windshield is all smashed up, the paint has all been scratched off, and the engine is completely ruined. The initial estimation for the repair fee is 285 million.â
Clarence took out his phone and displayed the photo.
âIt is a Lamborghini Veneno!â
Peony was shocked when she saw the photo. âIs this the one Mr. Cooke lost to you that time in First Pavilion?â
Peonyâs hometown was Beth City, and she was considered to be someone inside its inner circle. She knew it was easy to buy a luxury car, but its repairs would always be hell.
It was normal for a repair to be double the price of the car itself.
Peony widened her eyes. âClarence, youâre so rich, so why do you still care about this car? I think we should just let it be. I donât think Tom meant to smash the car. Plus, you already have 20 billion, so why do you care so much about 100 million or 200 million? You canât be so petty,â Peony murmured.
Clarence was so mad he actually felt amused. What the hell was that kind of reasoning?
Just because someone had money, they should treat money like dirt?
It was right and reasonable for someone to have to pay for something they smashed at full price.
Tom said, âWhy are you spewing so much rubbish? Didnât you understand me? I said I smashed your car, but I wonât pay for it!â
He sounded extremely arrogant with each word he said.
Johnson had been silent this entire time, but now, he could no longer stand it. He was enraged. He charged forward to lift Tom up by his collar. âKid, do you think youâre such a bad*ss? Youâre not paying? Do you think this is Gold City? Look around properly. This is Mediterranean CIty. If you smash my brotherâs car, you have to pay for it. If not, Iâll make you regret it!â
âOh? Regret it?â Suddenly, a cold voice was heard. Johnson turned around and saw a man in a tunic suit walking over heroically.
He had his hands behind his back, and he looked prestigious.
He looked like a leader who possessed a very strong aura.
There were about twenty or thirty people behind the man.
They were dressed in either suits or uniforms. They looked very powerful.
âI want to see how youâre going to make the Cox family regret this.â
Tom pushed Johnsonâs hand away carefreely and smiled at the man in the tunic suit. âUncle, didnât you say youâd arrive tomorrow? Why are you here now?â
âI needed to take care of some things, so I came sooner.â The man nodded.
His eyes were sharp as he scanned Clarence and the gang. âWhat happened?â
Tom smirked. âItâs nothing, I just smashed a car. Then, its owner came here to ask me for compensation. I refused to give it to him.â
The man in the tunic suit frowned and scolded, âYou have to pay up if youâve smashed someone elseâs things. We have the money.â
âYouâre right, uncle.â Tom grinned and nodded.
Anyone could tell that these two were putting up an act.
The man in the tunic suit changed the subject. âWhat I want to know more about now is who said that the Cox family would regret it.â
Clarence took a step forward.. âYou will regret this, and youâll regret it today.â