Atst, the entire deception wasid bare before William.


    It became clear that Jeff was neither the wealthy sess he had boasted about nor free from serious trouble. He had wrecked Caesar’s Phaeton and was in desperate need of funds to rece it. To cover his tracks, he conned Caesar into investing six hundred thousand in a so-called get-rich-quick scheme that he constantly bragged about.


    The most heartbreaking revtion was that the scoundrel was dead, which meant William would never see a dime of his money again.


    In that moment, William felt an ache in his heart that surpassed any physical pain he had endured.


    Caesar, feeling a slight relief that William was no longer in a frenzied state, remarked, “So now you understand that this car is mine, and I can drive it without any issues, right?”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Although Caesar found William contemptible, he realized it was wise to keep his distance, especially after witnessing William’s unstable behavior. Having spent years in the underworld, Caesar knew that individuals like William could be dangerous, and provoking him further might lead to a violent confrontation.


    It simply wasn’t worth the risk; it was better to avoid escting the situation.


    William felt as if the weight of the world was crashing down on him.


    He couldn’t even begin to contemte what his situation might look like in a week. Some online lenders were set to demand repayment soon, and he dreaded the consequences he might face if he couldn’t pay them back.


    Observing William’s despondent state, Caesar quickly started the car and drove away, eager to distance himself from the turmoil.


    Left alone on the ground, William broke down, sobbing uncontrobly as the exhaust from the Phaeton blew in his direction. With blood and dirt smeared across his face, his tears flowed freely, leaving noticeable trails of crimson down his cheeks.


    Finally, his friend, who had arrived with the tow truck, stepped out after the chaos subsided. He approached William, squatted beside him, and gently asked, “Hey, William, do you want me to call the police for you?”


    Through his sobs, William replied, “I’m finished. The guy who dragged me into this mess is dead. What good would calling the police do?”


    The friend sighed softly, unsure of the depths of William’s despair, and inquired, “Do you still need to tow your car?”


    William turned and shouted in frustration, “Are you f*cking blind? Can’t you see that the guy already drove the car away?! What the hell am I supposed to tow?”<fn51f7> The source of th?s content is Find?Novel</fn51f7>


    The friend frowned, taken aback by William’s hostility. He thought to himself, ‘What the hell? If I hadn’t intervened, you would have been beaten to a pulp! Now I’m here trying to support you, and this is how you respond? Fine, suit yourself!’


    He scoffed, stood up, and dered, “Since you don’t need my help, I’m leaving.”


    Suddenly, something seemed to click in William’s mind, and he called out, “Hey, give me back my eight hundred dors before you go!”


    The friend stared at him in disbelief and retorted, “Are you serious? Do you think I came all the way here for free? I work at a car repair shop! If I’m out on a call, I have to report a payment regardless of whether I towed anything!”


    William, equally agitated, shot back, “I don’t care about your problems! All I know is that you didn’t tow my car, so give me my money back!”


    The friend rolled his eyes in exasperation. “You really don’t get it, do you? My shop requires a fee whenever a truck is dispatched! If I refund you, what do you think I’ll tell them when I get back?”


    William narrowed his eyes and said coldly, “What do I care? It’s none of my f*cking business! Just give me my money!”


    The friend, taken aback by William’s stubbornness, shouted, “People like you are beyond hope. You’ve gotten what you deserve! You should be bankrupt for all I care!”<h3 ss="has-text-align-center" id="chapter-list"><strong></strong>