Chapter 127

---- Chapter 127 Hearing this, Gideon scoffed. "Well, well," he drawled out, his voice thick with amusement. "Are you actually a lawyer, Ms. Holt?" He deliberately spread his legs, almost touching Giselle's knee in the meantime. She shifted in her chair and replied, "What I'm trying to say is don't take me as a fool. You can't just swindle whatever amount you want from me." "Huh.

You're just so stubborn, aren't you?" He took out his phone, clicked on his album, then pulled out several photos that showed the cost of certain car parts and other relevant evidence. Slinging an arm over the back of her chair, he drew himself closer to her and brandished his phone at her. "Take a look. This is the price of the original imported versions. Am I really scamming money off you?" Giselle took a glance.

Most of them were technical jargon about cars that she didn't understand , along with photos of various parts-she wasn't even sure they all belonged to this car. What irked her more was that while she was looking at his ---- phone, he had been quite close to her. His arm was resting behind her chair, and the air crackled with sexual tension. She couldn't bother to look at the bill any longer.

Tossing the phone back to him, she sprang to her feet and deliberately moved to the other side of the room to put distance between them. "Sorry, Mr. Grayson," she said, arms crossed while leaning against the table. Without losing an ounce of confidence , she continued , "I'm not acknowledging this repair bill. First, you need to prove which of these repairs was actually caused by the collision . Each price needs to have a clear, legally valid justification ." She finished with a lofty tone.

"The maximum I'm willing to pay is 100,000 dollars. If you want more, I suggest you sue me. Submit your evidence to the court, and whatever the final judgment says-I'll pay you even if it's 500,000 dollars." After all, it was the other party who had to provide proof ina lawsuit. And the process dragged on-first trial, second trial, appeals -it'd take at least a year or two before a final ruling.

Giselle didn't believe this man would really take her to court over a repair bill, and even less that the law would ever force her to pay over a million. Playing hardball was the way to go. He seemed to have expected her resistance. Not rushing to argue, he slouched back in his chair and lit a cigarette, ---- completely ignoring the setting. "Ms. Holt, I gave you an opportunity back then," he said, puffing on his cigarette.

"All lasked was for you to admit you 'were wrong and show a little sincerity by lighting mea cigarette. But you proudly refused. "And now, you're trying to play games with me? You really think you can outsmart me, huh?" Asly smile tugged at his lips. His features were roguish, and when he smirked, there was a wicked, rebellious charm. When he didn't, he looked cold and dangerous . Combined with his complicated background , he wasn't someone to be underestimated.