“Alright.” Lisa replied with an indifferent nod. She reached out to one of the friends seated in Jeff’s car.<fne2eb> ???? ????s? ???????s ?? Find?Novel</fne2eb>


    “Hey, Jeff mentioned you had an ident, right? How are you all doing? Is everyone okay? Mrs. Lewis is really worried!”


    The man cleared his throat awkwardly, stammering, “Um… Jeff ran into a Phae…”


    Before he could finish, Jeff grabbed the phone from the man’s hand and quickly said, “Lisa, I’m fine. We crashed into a Passat. I’m talking to the driver now to sort things out. Don’t worry, we’ll wrap this up soon and I’ll be there.”


    Lisa responded tly, “Okay, we’ll wait for you at the hotel entrance. We’ve been here for quite a while.”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Jeff quickly added, “I’m really sorry for the hold-up. Please tell Charlie I apologize for not finishing the race; we’ll race again in a few days!”


    Lisa mumbled a reluctant ‘Okay’ before ending the call.


    The man who had received Lisa’s call asked, “Jeff, are you still nning to go to the reunion after everything that happened?”


    “Of course!” Jeff eximed. “I organized a dinner for Mrs. Lewis tonight, I can’t miss it!”


    However, inside Jeff’s mind, he was crafting a scheme to raise more cash to cover the one million dor deficit.


    He figured he could make at least half of the price difference from this meal. By ordering extra dishes or choosing the pricier menu options, he could inte the bill to forty or fifty grand, potentially pocketing twenty grand from it! He could figure out the restter!


    Turning to his friends, he warned, “Hey, don’t breathe a word about what just happened, got it?”


    “Okay!” they nodded eagerly.


    With a somber expression, Jeff said, “My car’s airbags deployed, so I can’t drive it now. Let’s push it to the side of the road, then we’ll head to the Hyatt in the Phaeton. It was only rear-ended, so the engine should be fine.”


    “Alright!”


    ***


    Jeff drove the Phaeton to the hotel, his friends utterly captivated by the car’s luxurious interior, exploring it as if they were children in a candy store.


    One of them eximed, “Wow, the Phaeton definitely lives up to its reputation—underrated and opulent. This car is amazing and sofortable; I feel like a millionaire!”


    Jeff frowned, feeling a wave of dismay wash over him.


    A few minutester, the glum Jeff finally reached the Hyatt Hotel in Caesar’s Phaeton.


    He didn’t dare drive the car to the entrance; instead, he parked it in a quiet spot in the lot and walked over with his friends.


    At that moment, Charlie and the others were waiting at the entrance.


    As they approached Jeff, everyone started asking about the ident.


    Despite his frustration, Jeff waved his hands dismissively, pretending to be unconcerned, and said, “Everything’s fine, it was just a minor crash. The insurance will cover it.”


    Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.


    Charlie looked at Jeff with amusement, a sly smile on his face, and asked, “Jeff, don’t you find it a bit coincidental that the ident happened just 2 to 3 kilometers away? We could have decided the winner very soon. What are the odds of such perfect timing?”<h3 ss="has-text-align-center" id="chapter-list"><strong></strong>