Jeff trembled with fright and despair, his thoughts swirling chaotically. He feltpletely lost, unsure of what to do next.


    Caesar, on the other hand, dismissed Jeff’s panic with a shrug. He returned to his Phaeton to gather his belongings, then casually tossed the car key to Jeff.


    “I have a spare key for this car,” he said. “I’ll hand it over once you get me the new car. Don’t worry—despite my reputation as a mobster, I don’t resort to ckmail. I only take what belongs to me, nothing more. In our world, we have a code—honesty!”


    “But if you fail to meet my demand, I will track you down!”


    With that, he raised his hand to hail a cab, hopped in, and vanished as quickly as a gust of wind.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Jeff’s friends stood by, watching in a mix of awe and disbelief.


    Caesar’smanding presence was unmistakable; he was clearly the boss of the underworld. His decisive actions left a strong impression, especially when he had so casually abandoned his $2 million car. He was undeniably impressive.


    In stark contrast, Jeff was crouched on the ground, sobbing uncontrobly.


    How on earth could he afford a new Phaeton? Even if he sold both of his cars, it wouldn’te close to covering the cost!


    Yet, Caesar was a powerful and dangerous figure. If Jeff didn’t resolve this issue within a week, he feared that Caesar might send someone after him!


    Feeling utterly helpless, Jeff stared at the two wrecked cars, wishing he could simply disappear in a crash.


    His friends gathered around him, concern etched on their faces. “Jeff, what should we do now?” they asked.


    In torment, Jeff pulled at his hair and cried out, “How should I know?! Oh my God, how did this happen? Why did I have to crash into a Phaeton? I can’t fathom why anyone would spend $2 million on a car that looks just like a cheap Passat!”


    Ovee with emotion, he buried his face in his arms and wept.


    Meanwhile, the group chat was flooded with messages.


    After Jeff posted the video, many friends expressed their concern. [How are you? Is everything alright? How’s everyone? Are you hurt?]


    Having grown up together in the orphanage, everyone was genuinely worried upon hearing about Jeff’s ident, despite their usual banter.<fnf726> Original content can be found at find~novel</fnf726>


    However, Charlie suspected that Jeff was merely using this incident as a ploy to back out of their bet.


    elerating in his BMW 760, he easily overtook Jeff’s Mercedes and sped away at high speed. It was clear to everyone that Jeff stood no chance in the race.


    Deep down, Jeff must have known this as well.


    Charlie was convinced that Jeff didn’t actually want to donate his car to the orphanage. Instead, he had concocted the idea of a car crash to escape the race.


    ording to the rules, regardless of what happened during the race, Jeff would lose as long as he crossed the finish line after Charlie.


    He had made a promise to fulfill if he lost.


    However, since Jeff had staged a crash to evade the humiliation of losing, Charlie decided to let the matter go. Pushing the issue further would make him seem cruel to their friends after such a distressing event.


    Inside the BMW, Mrs. Lewis anxiously urged, “Call Jeff and check if he’s okay. I hope no one is hurt.”


    Lisa rolled her eyes in disdain. “Mrs. Lewis, I think Jeff crashed on purpose! He must have known he couldn’t win the race and didn’t want to donate his car to the orphanage, which is why he came up with this ridiculous excuse!”


    Mrs. Lewis scolded gently, “Lisa, you shouldn’t jump to conclusions about others. What if you’re misunderstanding him? Remember, traffic idents are serious, and everyone’s safety is what truly matters.”