Chapter 484

Chapter 484:

Ashton drove a Maserati he had borrowed from Abrial. Of course, such a luxurious car was attractive to scammers.

He couldn’t help but frown as he got out of the car to check on the man’s condition.

Ashton’s eyes narrowed as he watched the man lying on the ground in front of the car, rolling around and clutching his leg dramatically. He looked like he was in severe pain.

“Aren’t you going to stop? I was driving so slowly. I didn’t even go 6 miles per hour,” Ashton said with a smirk.

However, the short man just ignored Ashton. Instead, he shouted at the top of his lungs, “Help! Help me! I was hit by this man’s car.”

It was just after dinner time, so many passers-by were taking a walk outside the mall. When they heard the man’s scream, they came over curiously, wanting to see what had happened.

When the short man saw that many people had already gathered around, he immediately shouted, “Everyone, look! This guy hit me with his car and even broke the medicine bottle in my pocket. It was my lifesaver. Boo—”

While crying out loud, he took out several bottles of oral liquid from his pocket. These bottles broke into pieces, and the contents oozed out, soaking his tattered shirt. Ashton squinted and looked at the short man contemptuously.

He knew right away that this man had planned everything. Extorting money from car owners must be this man’s source of living, so he deliberately caused trouble at the exit of the parking lot.

This short man must have thought he was already a master at fooling people. But he was wrong if he believed Ashton would be swayed by his slander and lies. It had no effect on Ashton at all.

“Come on, stop your acting. My car hadn’t even touched you,” Ashton said casually.

𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲’𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁 g‎.‎𝖺‎.‎𝗅‎𝗇‎.‎𝗈‎ν‎.‎𝖊‎𝗅‎.‎𝘀‎.‎ⅽ‎‎𝗈‎.‎𝗆

The short man didn’t expect Ashton to be so calm. He was obviously dissatisfied.

He was used to dealing with people like Ashton. Under normal circumstances, he should have stopped acting and wasting time with Ashton.

But he couldn’t just give up on Ashton, who drove a luxury car. Obviously, Ashton came from a wealthy family. If he could extort money from Ashton, he could live for a year without worrying about his daily life. At the thought of this, the short man kept yelling and crying even more miserably.

“You rich people are really hateful. You are good at bullying underprivileged people like me. You hurt me, but you don’t admit it. You don’t even apologize for your mistake. I am so unlucky to be hit by your car.”

Many people were drawn to the short man when he began screaming. His loud crying now attracted even more onlookers who were curious about the commotion. At that moment, a female traffic police officer on a motorbike patrol passed by and noticed the gathering.

The officer was extremely professional. She promptly stopped and instructed the assembled crowd to disperse. The short man remained on the ground, weeping. Some spectators shook their heads and sighed at the scene, while others openly blamed Ashton.

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