Chapter 207 Bobby Was Completely Frozen
As soon as Bobby finished speaking, two patrol officers walked over in their direction.
They glanced at the crashed car and motorcycle, frowning as they asked, "What happened here?"
"Sir, perfect timing."
Bobby pointed at Isabella accusingly, "She rear-ended my car!"
The two officers looked at Isabella, then turned back to Bobby, taking out paper and pen. "Rear-ended, you say? Please give us a detailed account of what happened."
Bobby immediately said, "Sir, here's what happened. My driver was turning the corner when suddenly this girl on her motorcycle crashed into us!"
The officer turned to look at Isabella. "Why did you rear-end his car?"
Isabella curved her lips in a cold smile. "Because he deliberately slowed down to make me crash into him."
The officer looked up in surprise. "Deliberately?"
"That's right, he did it on purpose."
Bobby smiled dismissively. "You can eat whatever you want, but you can't just say whatever you want. You clearly rear-ended my car - how does that become me deliberately slowing down to make you crash into me?"
Although Isabella was telling the truth, Bobby knew that without evidence, just looking at the traffic camera footage, this accident would definitely be the woman's responsibility.
Bobby held his head high with a superior attitude. "Sir, these are just excuses from this woman to avoid paying compensation. Just make her pay for my repair costs."
Isabella looked at him with a cold smile. "Whether I need to pay your repair costs or not, the officers will know once they check your dashcam."
Bobby thought she was naive. "Even if they look at my dashcam footage, you're still responsible for this accident."
"Is that so?" Isabella narrowed her eyes slightly. "Then please, Sir, take a look at his dashcam recording. After watching it, if I'm still at fault, I'll accept it."
The two officers also felt it was necessary to check the dashcam, so they immediately removed the memory card from the dashcam and inserted it into a video player.
Bobby watched the officers' actions without any panic, looking at Isabella arrogantly. "You're so stubborn!"
"When you can't come up with the money later, don't beg me!"
Just then, the officer had already opened the video footage.
Dialogue could be heard coming from the player.
"..."
"Mr. Owens, it's that girl from earlier."
"Ezra, find a way to make her rear-end our car..."
"Okay, Mr. Owens."
"..."
Bobby had completely forgotten that the dashcam had also recorded these words he said.
The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.
"If I heard correctly, that's your voice?" The officer looked at Bobby with a cold expression. "So this so-called rear-end accident was deliberately created by you?"
Bobby froze, not quite knowing what to say.
In his plan, he wasn't supposed to need to check the dashcam, and he didn't need to call the police either. He could have settled it privately, and this woman would have definitely agreed to his demands obediently.
But who knew she wouldn't be scared at all - not only did she call the police, but she also exposed him.
Damn bitch!
"Since you deliberately created this accident, naturally you're fully responsible." The officer continued, "So you need to compensate this Miss for her motorcycle repair costs and medical expenses. Also, the damage to your own vehicle is your responsibility and has nothing to do with her."
"Do you have any objections to this outcome?"
As he spoke, the officer directly wrote him a citation.
Bobby gritted his teeth, wanting to say something but having nothing to say. He could only respond, "I have no objections."
A motorcycle - how much could it cost to repair? Negligible.
It was just that his own car would be expensive to fix...
The officer turned to look at Isabella and said, "Miss, you're not injured, are you?"
"No."
"Good that you're not hurt. But your motorcycle's front end is quite severely damaged, so don't ride it anymore. Have it towed for inspection first, and only drive it again after making sure there are no problems."
Isabella nodded. "Okay, thank you."
The officer saw Isabella's well-behaved and sensible manner and smiled. "You're welcome."
He glanced at the red motorcycle again. Being a motorcycle enthusiast himself, he couldn't help but say, "This bike of yours is quite rare. This is my first time seeing one in the country. The front end parts are all imported - if you need to repair it, it'll probably cost several hundred thousand dollars."
The speaker didn't mean much by it, but Bobby was shocked.
"What? Several hundred thousand dollars?" Bobby's eyes widened in disbelief.
This woman's broken motorcycle would cost several hundred thousand dollars to repair?
"Several hundred thousand is conservative." The officer said slowly. "Parts for limited edition bikes aren't easy to buy. This bike's release price was six hundred thousand dollars, and now used ones in the country are going for a million dollars."
Bobby's face turned pale immediately.
Although he was wealthy, several hundred thousand dollars wasn't a small amount to him either.
"What? Is the amount too much for you to pay?"
The officer looked at Bobby, very cold and serious.
In his thirties or forties and still so dishonest.
"You brought this on yourself."
"We'll be following up on the compensation for this accident. You'd better pay her the repair money within the specified time, otherwise, we'll be asking you to come to the police station."
Bobby's heart sank, dropping straight to the bottom.
How could this happen?
Where did this woman get such an expensive motorcycle?
After the officers finished handling everything and left, Bobby couldn't hold back anymore. He stared at Isabella intently. "Who exactly are you? How can you afford such an expensive bike?"
Isabella smiled slightly but didn't speak.
Just then, Ezra on the side frantically held up his phone, showing Bobby what he'd found. "Mr. Owens, she's the daughter of the Taylor Group."
Like a bucket of cold water being poured over him, Bobby felt completely chilled.
He finally panicked, looking at Isabella. "I'm sorry, Ms. Taylor. That was just a misunderstanding. I didn't mean it. Don't worry, I'll transfer the repair money to you today! Not a penny less."
"Of course, I trust that you will." Isabella smiled and turned to leave.
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The motorcycle was towed away, and Isabella directly hailed a taxi to the paternity testing facility.
Not many people came to this kind of place.
The entire facility was quite empty.
Isabella submitted her samples, paid the fee, and watched as the staff took her samples away.
"The test results will be ready in about an hour. You can wait on the chairs in the lobby, or if you have things to do, you can come back later. Just go to the Identification Report Center on the second floor to collect your report."
"I'm free, I can wait."