Night of Destiny (Anastasia Tillman)

Chapter 1428

Chapter 1428

“You nearly hit me. You need to provide scompensation for what you've done! How about this-why don’t you providewith

sfood and a place to stay? We won't owe cach other anything after that.” Qucenic was trying to get benefits from Nigel.

Nigel hadn't expected the clingy girl to demand so much from him. “I'll count to three, and | expect you out of my car by then,” he

ordered.

“No way. | know you're the president of Manson Group and the young master of the Manson Family. It shouldn't take much for you

to feed and housefor a week!” Queenie had sknowledge about the wealthy figures in town. The waiters had been

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extremely polite to Nigel when they last met, and the doctors seemned really respectful toward him earlier. It was pretty clear that

he was the mysterious young master of the Manson Family.

“Do you want to spend the night in the police station right after you get out of the hospital?” Nigel

shot her a threatening glare.

Qucenie chuckled. “Of course not. However, if you're not going to take responsibility for this matter. I'll go to one of your family’s

hotels tomorrow and throw a fit to tell the public that you hitand refused to take accountability after that. Who do you think

has more to lose here?” she asked.

Nigel narrowed his eyes as a dangerous took fiashed across his eyes. He had never been threatened by a woman in that manner.

Furthermore, this woman didn’t just threaten him; she also bumped into him, saw his private bits, and stole an access card at his

hotel, which resulted in him receiving complaints from clients.

At that moment, Nigel realized how he might be too kind to let her go just like that. “Fine. I'll take responsibility then,” he uttered

with a slight smirk.

Right after finishing his words, his car sped off onto the road.

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“Ah!” The girl sitting in the back wasn’t prepared for this at all, and her forehead struck the back of the man’s seat as she didn’t

have a seatbelt on.

Only then did the man slow the car down.

“I'm sorry: | forgot to tell you to buckle up,” he uttered in a rather playful tone. “You did it on purpose,” Queenie wailed in an

accusatory tone. Along the way back, the man was focused on the speed of the car while Queenie was focused on the view

outside. She completely forgot who was driving the car.

All of a sudden, she realized that something was missing.

The phone she had been holding earlier had somehow disappeared.