Chapter 116

---- Chapter 116 Giselle looked through the windshield. The driver of the other car was a man, Gideon Grayson, probably not even 30, tall and well-built. At a glance, he was striking. He was indeed an undeniably handsome guy. He had a cigarette between his lips and strolled slowly to the back of his car to inspect the damage. Having been rear-ended out of spite, Gideon clearly wasn't in a good mood.

He finished smoking what remained of his cigarette, puffing lazily, and glanced with obvious disdain at Giselle's modest BMW Series 3. He didn't even bother looking at the person in the driver's seat. With a smug expression, he flicked the cigarette butt onto her window, then turned aside to make a call on his phone. Whether he was calling the police or someone else, Giselle couldn't tell. At the same time, the passenger door opened and Ansel Carrow stepped out.

He looked like a friend or maybe a business associate . After checking the rear bumper, he walked over and banged on Giselle's window, shouting, " Get out!" Giselle already knew she'd have to deal with these two. She was in a major intersection , surrounded by traffic , ---- pedestrians, and cameras, with cars piling up behind her. Trapped , she figured she might as well just deal with it. She shoved open the door and got out.

She had just straightened up when Ansel, who had knocked on her window, stared at her for a few stunned seconds. Then he stepped back and tapped Gideon , who was on the phone, grinning sleazily as he said, "Hey, Mr. Grayson. Check it out. She's a total knockout." Gideon had just ended his call and turned around, his gaze locking onto Giselle's face. His eyes flickered. Without even a hint of subtlety, he scanned her from head to toe, pausing deliberately at her chest.

The irritation on his face slowly shifted into something darker, edged with amusement. When he noticed Ansel was staring as well, he shoved him hard and barked, "Go set up the warning triangle. 50 feet behind the car. Got that?" "Ahem, technically it's 500 feet," Ansel replied with a knowing look. Catching on to Gideon's intent, he decided to step back and let him handle it. He opened the trunk to get the warning triangle. Gideon then stepped forward, closing the distance between them.

His sharp eyes locked on hers. "You've got quite the temper, miss." ---- Giselle didn't even bother looking at him. She turned her head away and replied coolly, matching his tone. "Takes one to know one. No need to call the police. I'll take full responsibility. Let's pull over and settle it privately. However much it costs to fix your car, I'll pay for it. No point blocking the road." He didn't respond right away, just curled his lips into a cold smile.

He was accustomed to being the one dishing out revenge in traffic , teaching others lessons , and tossing around hush money as if it meant nothing. But today, the tables had turned. A female driver had hit him, and now she was offering him money? She had stolen his whole playbook and left him with no room to retaliate. "Are you sure you can afford it?" he asked, shooting another glance at her modest BMW Series 3. In his mind, he'd already labeled her as low-class and broke.