EuropeNovelChapter 128 With the jolt of the collision, Isadora was thrown forward, slamming hard against the front of the car.
In that split second, just as disaster seemed inevitable, the airbag exploded open like a flower in full bloom, cushioning her and holding her tightly.
For several long moments, she just sat there, dazed. Eventually, Isadora lifted her head, her forehead throbbing, her mind spinning, and pain radiating through her body.
Outside, a burly bald man was pounding furiously on the window.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTaking a deep breath, Isadora pressed her hand to the swelling on her forehead, unbuckled her seatbelt, opened the door, and stepped out.
The truck driver she'd hit was glaring at her, his face flushed with anger. "What the hell are you doing? Do you even know how to drive?" Isadora fought to keep her composure through the pain. "I'm sorry, it was my fault. I really am sorry." The bald man seemed taken aback for a moment, probably surprised to see such a beautiful woman step out of the car. His eyes darted over the pristine white Mercedes and he gave a sleazy little smirk.
"Sweetheart, if sorry was good enough, why would we even need the police?" Isadora glanced around at the accident scene. They were in a deserted part of town.
Her Mercedes was badly dented at the front, while the massive truck loomed aggressively behind it, undamaged. She herself was bruised and battered, while the truck driver looked completely unharmed-strong as an ox and not even a scratch on him.
She'd been driving straight through the intersection; he'd swerved out suddenly, cutting her off. By traffic law, the one turning is supposed to yield to the car going straight.
Of course, Isadora wasn't entirely blameless. She'd been distracted for a moment and hadn't noticed the truck in tto slow down. Still, if the police showed up, it wasn't clear who would be ruled at fault.
Regaining her composure, she asked, "So what do you want?" The man took in her expensive pale pink designer dress-one that would cost a small fortune—and her Mercedes, worth at least 100 grand. He clearly thought he'd just hit the jackpot.
"I'm not feeling so good," he announced. "The cargo in my truck's going to be late because of you, and you owefor lost time, medical bills, and emotional distress..." He named his price. "At least thirty thousand dollars." Isadora stared at him as if he'd lost his mind.
He looked perfectly healthy, his truck was barely scratched, and even if she paid him a full day's wages, it would only be a few hundred. Yet here he was, trying to extort her for thirty grand.
Thirty thousand wasn't a big deal for Isadora. But she wasn't about to hand over that much money just because someone was brazen enough to try and scam her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"You say you're not feeling well, but I'm injured too. Why don't we both go to the hospital and get examined? If you don't want a private settlement, let's just call the police and let them decide." Suddenly, the truck driver's face darkened. He hadn't expected her to be this sharp; if the police got involved, he might end up having to pay her.
His cheeks flushed red with anger. "So you're refusing to pay up, huh? I'm telling you, lady, you hit my truck. If you don't hand over the money, you're not leaving. And if you even think about calling the cops, I'll make sure you regret it." He flexed his bare, tattooed arm in front of her, showing off his ugly, bulging muscles.
Just then, Isadora's phone rang.
She took a step back and answered.
A man's deep, easy voice cthrough the line, but even he seemed to pick up
on the angry shouting in the background. His usual laid-back tone turned serious. "Isadora, what's going on?"
Isadora pressed her lips together, her gaze landing on the truck driver's the menacing physique. "...I was in a car accident."
The bald man glared at her as she spoke on the phone, eyes wide and threatening. "Don't bother calling for help. You can ask around-everyone ΕΠ knowsin the trucking business. Either pay up now, or things are going to get ugly. I don't go easy on pretty faces." "Tellwhere you are," cthe voice on the phone, suddenly icy cold.
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