James caught a glimpse of Snow and hesitated for a moment when he saw the helmet inside the car.


    Eventually, he decided against wearing it and mustered up the courage to approach Snow.


    He had drafted something to say, and with a voice full of emotion, he began, "Mr. Jackson, I''m an


    assistant to Mr. York. Unfortunately, Mr. York identally damaged your car. On his behalf, I would like


    to extend our deepest apologies and hope you can forgive us."


    After finishing his speech, James bowed slightly to Snow, ready to y the humble card first.


    Snow gave a slight chuckle, "Let''s talk apologiester. Can you first tell me what''s all this about?"


    James touched his nose, feeling a bit guilty, "This, uh, it''spensation."


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    Snow scoffed, "Compensation? Did Mr. York have you empty out the city''s banks or what?"


    James nodded, confirming that was almost exactly what happened. He had indeed exchanged nearly


    all the coins from the city''s banks and even went to various supermarkets and malls to gather enough


    coins, amassing a total of 200,000 in coins.


    James couldn''t bear to think of Snow''s reaction upon seeing a vehicle full of coins.


    Snow smirked, wondering if Tyrone was trying to unt his wealth.


    "Well then, let''s see how generous Mr. York really is."


    James gestured to the drivers to open the back.


    He warned Snow, "You might want to brace yourself."


    Snow and his agent were curious about how much money was involved to necessitate several trucks.


    As the doors opened, it was like entering a new world; the glittering mass nearly blinded Snow, which


    was a sight to behold.


    Snow shielded his eyes and took a moment before looking again, unsure of how to react. He felt that


    no human expression could urately convey his feelings at that moment. James asked, "200,000, not


    a penny less. Would you like to count it?"


    Ignoring him, Snow picked up a coin and said, "Today, I''ve finally seen the epitome of shamelessness,


    and it''s none other than Tyrone. What''s this? Trying to bury me with money?"


    Hearing his boss being insulted, James felt ufortable. "Well, it''s not right to speak like that. Mr.


    York has owned up to his actions without denying his responsibilities, hasn''t he?"


    His agent, finally snapping back to


    reality, pointed at James and


    ne


    eximed, "This is outrageous. What is this supposed to be? 200,000 coins? Come on, count them


    one by one. I''m telling you, we''re not letting this go. I''m calling the police right now."


    James sighed, "Feel free to call the police, but let me be clear, my boss might have hit your car, but we


    didn''t dodge the debt. Not only did wepensate, but we also paid than the original value of Mr.


    Jackson''s car by tens of thousands. How can this be seen as bullying? No matter where you take this,


    we stand in the right."


    Suddenly, Snowughed, watching James and his agent at each other''s throats. Feeling amused, he


    pulled out his phone, sandwiched a coin between his fingers, and took a selfie with the mountain of


    coins behind him. Then he sent it to


    Quintessa.


    Such an extraordinary scene was too good not to share with her.