If he truly went back on his word, he would be aughingstock for all time!


    Yet, the thought of donating his brand new car to the orphanage was something he couldn’t bear!<fn1f04> ???? ????s? ???????s ?? find·novel</fn1f04>


    For a fleeting moment, he contemted just driving away, skipping the dinner, and cutting ties with his orphanage friends for good!


    But then, an idea sparked in his mind, prompting a change of ns. He quickly shifted into the rightne and began tailgating the vehicle ahead!


    Jeff had devised a clever scheme: he was going to stage a car ident! With that, the race would be canceled due to unforeseen circumstances, allowing him to avoid losing!<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    His eyes scanned the road, looking for the perfect scapegoat.


    At that moment, the guy in the front passenger seat shouted in rm, “Jeff! Jeff! You’re going to hit that car! You’re going to crash!”


    Jeff smirked to himself, thinking, ‘Yeah, that’s exactly what I want!’


    However, as he inched closer, he realized he was about to collide with a sleek ck Porsche Cayenne. He hit the brakes without hesitation!


    A Porsche Cayenne was worth around a million dors, but he had only secured five hundred thousand dors in insurance for his own vehicle. Clearly, that wouldn’t cover the damages if he crashed into the Porsche.


    As luck would have it, a Volkswagen Passat was in the rightne. He swiftly steered toward the Passat!


    With a loud crash, the Passat skidded several meters beforeing to a halt, while Jeff’s Mercedes was left utterly mangled. Fortunately, the airbag deployed, ensuring that no one was hurt.


    After the collision, Jeff parked his car and stepped out. He immediately took out his phone, switched to video mode on WeChat, and began recording.


    Aiming his camera at the wrecked front of his car and the damaged Passat, he said, “Guys, please inform Charlie that I had an ident and crashed into a Passat. I’m afraid we’ll have to forfeit today’s race. Tell him we can race again once my car is repaired!”


    After sending the video to his orphanage friends’ group chat, he couldn’t help but grin with satisfaction, thinking, ‘Wow, I’m so clever! I managed toe up with this solution so quickly! I’m really impressed with myself!’


    Otherwise, if he had driven all the way to Hyatt, he would have lost the chance to connect with his orphanage friends, even if he avoided donating the car.


    Initially, he thought losing these friends wouldn’t matter since he had no real attachment to them or to Mrs. Lewis. However, seeing Lisa today changed his perspective entirely. He felt as if he had rediscovered a purpose in life.


    He was determined to pursue Lisa at all costs, but losing the race and breaking his promise today wouldn’t help his cause.


    Just as he reveled in his perceived brilliance, a man approached him, shouting, “Hey, are you f*cking blind?! Who told you my car is a Passat? It’s an imported W12 Volkswagen Phaeton! This car set me back 2 million dors! Did a donkey kick you in the head or something, you f*cking idiot?!”


    “What the hell?!” Jeff gasped in shock. “Phaeton?! Isn’t that a Passat?”


    The man exploded with rage, grabbing Jeff by the cor and dragging him to the rear of his vehicle, screaming, “Look, you f*cking idiot! Spell it. P. H. A. E. T. O. N, Phaeton!”


    Jeff felt all the blood drain from his face as his heart raced!


    Could this really be the most underrated Volkswagen Phaeton? Why on earth did it look so much like a Passat?!