Chapter 656

Chapter 656

Silas continued, “However, the law clearly states that a driver shouldn't use the phone while driving,

and

they shouldn't be wearing heels.”

Feeling a little guilty, Rose immediately curled her toes in her heels. She argued, “B-But you crossed

the

road marking when you made the turn, so you're the one responsible!”

“That depends on the verdict of the traffic police, but I have no time to reach out to them. Why

don't you

do that? I'm in a hurry,” he retorted.

He handed her a business card from his wallet. “Here's my phone number and my work address.

After

you're done, just update me on the next steps.”

"What's with that attitude? Are you seriously going to leave the mess to me? But I'm short on time

too!”

she protested, unhappy at his aggressive and irresponsible behavior.

She tossed the business card back at him and grumbled, “How can I be sure you're not a scammer

trying

to pull a fast one?”

"A scammer?” Silas laughed at the absurd notion, finding the woman with the unconventional

haircut a

tad fussy and unreasonable.

“If I were a scammer, there would be no good left in the world. I'm leaving now.”

Incensed, she grabbed his arm and shouted, “I don't care! You need to take responsibility for

wrecking the

Ferrari I just bought this month!”

"Oh, is money what you're after? You should have told me from the beginning,” Silas replied. He

was

determined to make it to the party on time and had no patience for a long argument.

He pulled a debit card from his wallet and nonchalantly dangled it in front of her. “Use this for the

repairs.

No PIN required.”

The sight of the card enraged her further. She felt extremely humiliated. She snapped, “Dude, this

was a

limited edition Ferrari reduced to scrap metal because of you. Offering to pay for repairs? What's

wrong

with you?”

“Well, you can always buy a new one. I can afford that,” Silas shot back.

He was known for his punctuality, especially when it came to family events, and he was determined

not

to let anyone derail his plans.

Looking cold, he pried Rose's fingers off his arm and freed himself.

When he turned around to leave, he suddenly felt suffocated. Rose had grabbed his navy necktie

and

tugged at it hard.

The two proud drivers were now face-to-face, their noses almost touching. Silas was taken aback,

his

breathing heavy, as their breaths mingled.

Apart from Alyssa, Silas, the long-time bachelor, had rarely been in such close proximity to another

woman.

As Rose huffed and puffed, her rising chest beneath her fiery red dress brushed against his shirt.

He forced himself to maintain eye contact, as though he might compromise his principles in the

presence

of this sultry woman.

"W-What are you doing?” he croaked.

She smirked and dangled another card in front of him, even giving his flushed cheeks a playful tap

with it.

"Money is the least of my concerns. In fact, I have so much that I could be your sugar mommy, you

little

brat!”

His eyes widened. All of a sudden, his heart skipped a beat, and his mind went blank.

“You think you're something just because you have money? My mentor happens to be a wealthy

heiress and a globally renowned designer. Despite her unimaginable riches, she’s nowhere near as

snobbish as

you are!” Rose schooled him.

Silas looked confused. Why did that remark somehow ring a bell?

With that, Rose tossed the card onto his leather shoes and returned to her Ferrari. Then, she drove

away

in the creaky car.

Silas watched as the pink Ferrari disappeared into the night. After a moment, he snapped out of his

daze. and grinned. “A pink Ferrari? What terrible taste.”