Donald's pov
The driver opened the car door for us. Since I haven't gone to work for half a month, Ira has to deal with the business of the group. Ira can't take care of both sides, so the task of driving is on this driver.
Not long after the car was on the road, a sports car suddenly hit from the back. Because the speed of the other party was too fast, the driver did not have time to dodge, and the bottom of the car was heavily hit by the other party.
The man was driving a fancy sports car, and there was a woman in the passenger seat. It could be seen that they were drunk and were singing happily just now.
Subconsciously, I held Trista in my arms. When the car stopped, I raised my eyes to look at the rearview mirror
"What a small world!"
Trista's POV
His tone was very calm, but I could feel the irony in it.
Looking into his eyes, I found that it was Ashley?
Since the video incident last time, Ashley seemed to have disappeared! I haven't heard from her for a long time. I didn't expect that Ashley was wearing expensive clothes at this time. Even her neck and wrist were wearing valuable jewelry!
How could she live such a good life?
The man in the sports car got off the car and opened the door for Ashley. He put his hand on Ashley's waist in an intimate posture.
I looked him up and down with my eyes wide open
He was wearing a pair of orange sunglasses, a black tie, a white shirt and a yellow suit
He can be our father at his age!
I feel disgusted. Can she only be with such a man without Emos?
"What kind of man hasn't she touched?" Donald seemed to know what I was thinking.
"Don't you feel sick?"The mans is so old
"She doesn't mind the hooligans and gamblers on the street, not to mention his identity."
"Who is he?"
"Overnight Boss!"
I was stunned, but soon I understood
The man was rich. After the Nash family kicked Ashley out, she was in urgent need of money!
After all, her reputation was so bad now. It was good enough for her to be connected with such a man!
Ashley's POV
"The license plate number is so beautiful. Honey, let's buy it, okay?" I took the Mortimer's hand and counted. Five and one. Isn't this Donald's car!
Was Donald sitting inside!
Walking to the window and looking inside, I was overjoyed. "Isn't this Mr. Donald and his sister?"
Trista didn't want to talk to me.
"Honey, come here. This is my sister Trista. She is with Mr. Donald now. She is beautiful, isn't she?"
Mortimer took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of happy eyes. "Mr. Donald and Ashley's sister are a perfect match!"
"Sister, it's a little impolite of you to do so. My husband greeted you sincerely. Why didn't you say a word? Oh, I see. You are angry that we crashed your car, aren't you? Don't worry. My husband will compensate you for all the losses."
"Really?" Donald said coldly, "then look carefully at the brand and model of this car."
"Of course I know. But it looks like the Rolls-Royce of a long time ago. Shouldn't it be expensive?"
"Miss, this is silver. The market price is one billion and six hundred million dollars. It was directly air freighted from the Rolls-Royce Museum. According to the degree of your injury just now, it will cost at least two hundred million dollars for maintenance!" The driver couldn't help but add.
"Two hundred million?" My eyes widened. "It's just a little broken."
Donald winked at the driver, and the driver immediately understood. "We will ask someone to identify you and please sign your name on the check. The insurance company will fill in the amount on the check. We won't ask for more, but you have to pay for less, even if a penny!"
What???
I was stunned.
Mortimer was also stunned.
"Since your sister wants to compensate, show your sincerity. Two hundred million is not much for your man?" Trista did it on purpose.
I clenched my fists subconsciously--
Although the Mortimer is the boss, he has to give me two hundred million dollars. Two days ago, I asked him for one million dollars, but he was a little unhappy
Thinking of this, I can't find a way out.
"My brother-in-law looks handsome and extraordinary. I guess he doesn't care about these trivial money. He can afford only two hundred million?" Trista looked at the Mortimer.
"Of course! The car was damaged by me. I should pay for it!"
"Then we'll wait for your sincerity." Trista was smiling.
Mortimer took out a check and quickly signed his name on it. "The amount is filled by the beauty, and it's up to you."
"Don't worry. I won't ask for any more money from my brother-in-law. I'll send the repair order to him. Goodbye." After saying that, Trista closed the window.
"Valentine... Are you really willing to compensate me?" I covered my mouth in surprise.
If the repair cost was more than two hundred million, wouldn't it frighten the Mortimer? Seeing that he was staring at the direction of the car leaving, I explained, "my sister sometimes speaks without thinking. If you feel unhappy, don't take it to heart..."
I'm really worried that what Trista said just now has offended the Mortimer
"I think your sister is very special." Unexpectedly, the Mortimer touched his beard and a hint of slyness flashed through his eyes. "Is there any way to let us know each other in private?"
"What do you mean?"
"If I can taste Donald's woman, I won't live in vain..."
"You want to..." I was taken aback. "But Mr. Donald cherishes her very much. If Mr. Donald knows about it, I'm afraid..."
"What are you afraid of? As long as you do it secretly, you are afraid of being discovered?" Mortimer wrote one million on the check and handed it to me. "I'll leave it to you. Make sure I get her within a month."
"Yes, sir." When I took the check, I was happy and jealous. What pleased me was that the Mortimer had given me one million dollars as compensation. What I was jealous of was that Trista was fucked by Mr. Donald but can still help me earn h one million
Why could Trista live such a good life after leaving Emos? It seemed to have undergone a complete transformation, and her aura had also changed. No matter in clothes, taste, or temperament, it was superior... Mr Donald likes her and treats her well; Mortimer had a crush on her and was willing to pay for her
But I'm so down and out that I can only live on an old man. Sometimes I have to suffer
Such a difference makes me feel very uncomfortable--
Why does Trista always live better than me?
……
Debbie was rendered speechless
Trista's POV
Donald and I came to the dining room and entered the VIP box. During the dinner, I thought of what happened just now from time to time and was somewhat absent-minded.
"There was something wrong with the way he looked at you just now. I will ask Ira to eliminate this hidden trouble."
Donald seemed to be informing.
"You mean the Mortimer wants to hurt me?" I asked in confusion.
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"Yes, you are right."
"Why?" "Is it because I asked him to compensate for the repair just now that he felt uncomfortable?"
"Can't you see that he is interested in you?"
"Interested?"
"His eyes almost eat you alive." Donald put a piece of beef stewed with white sauce on my plate and said lightly.
"How is that possible?" I murmured, "he has Ashley by his side, doesn't he? Ashley has just been with him for a long time. Is he a playboy? But it's strange that Ashley likes Emos very much. How could she agree to divorce him and still be entangled with such a man?"
It was not her style.
"You just don't know her. You don't know what kind of person she is."
"You seem to make it clear." I picked up a piece of meat for him with a smile. "What's this?"
"Stewed beef with white sauce. Nothing is more classic than this dish in French cuisine."
"Then what is this?" I asked.
"White wine, not bad. Have a try." Donald gave me a bite and it tasted good.
"I know what it is!" I also picked up a piece of fish for him and said, "French fried soft shelled fish is Grandpa's favorite."
"I asked you out today because I want to tell you something about grandfather." He looked at me and said carefully.
"What's wrong with my grandfather? Have you found out the cause of his death?"
"Finish your dinner first." He fed me slowly, "this is baked beef with potato paste. You will like it."
"If you don't finish your words, I can't eat!" I lost my appetite all of a sudden. "Have you found out how my grandfather died in the past? Donald, say something!"
"Open your mouth and eat this meat." His expression was still calm. "This is goose liver. Eat more."
I know he doesn't want to talk about it. No one can force him to do so, so I have to eat a little. "I really can't eat anymore. Donald, tell me, how did my grandfather die at that time?"
"You haven't tasted this stewed chicken yet, and this Bordeaux eel." He forced me to eat some and wiped my mouth with a napkin until I was full.
"Can you tell me now?"
"Your grandfather was killed by a doctor with one kind of heroin." He picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth and said slowly, "your grandfather took a walk in the park alone that year, and the bodyguards were guarding outside. Your grandfather had a heart attack and when he was sent to the hospital, he was still breathing. The situation was not serious, and the doctor could have saved his life. Your parents bought off the doctor and asked the doctor to kill him, telling a lie about the cause of his death!"