Chapter 708


    The man smiled. "Seems like I''ve rescued a scoundrel. You would''ve been dead if it weren’t for me."


    Angeline nced nervously at the infusion bag. "Are you giving me fluids this way? Can''t you use a


    stick to support it?"


    "I''m holding it for you and you still aren''t satisfied?" The man looked at Angeline incredulously. "Do


    you know who I am?"


    His expression made it seem as if she should be honored that he was doing anything for her.


    "I don''t care who you are. To me, you''re the perpetrator. You should take responsibility for injuring


    me.”


    The man curled his lips upward as he said aggravatedly, "It was you who came crashing toward m y


    car. You even damaged the headlights on my car. You need to pay me back.”


    Angeline said, "I don''t have money, but I do have a life. You can take it if you want.”


    The man smiled when he realized that she had some bite in her. "Oh, nevermind. You can''t afford


    my car’s headlights. All you need to do to pay me back is to stay at my house and tend to my


    nts."


    Angeline immediately refused. "I don’t know how to


    tend to nts. How much do the headlights cost? I''ll pay you back."


    The man knitted his brows together. "No one has ever bartered with me. You won''t be able to afford


    the headlights."


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    The man raised a finger. Angeline burst intoughter and asked, "10,000?"


    The man shook his head.


    "100,000?" Angeline cried. "It''s just a small, ordinary car! I can''t even tell which country it was made


    in from that dumpy logo. The entire car might not even cost 100,000 dors, but you''re asking for


    that price for headlights? This is daylight robbery!"


    The expression on the man''s face grew ugly. "Did you just call my favorite car''s logo dumpy?"


    Angeline retorted, "The design of the car itself is even dumpier!"


    The man put down his finger. “Alright. How much do you think it costs?"


    "1,000 dors. At most."


    The man took a shaky breath. Headlights that had cost several million dors to make were


    reduced to not even a fraction of their price.


    "Never mind, you don’t need to pay for it anymore."


    The man was frustrated.


    What was wrong with this woman? Could she not tell that his precious car was made from a very


    special material?


    "Hey, I''m hungry. Is there anything to eat?" Angeline was so hungry that she was beginning to


    panic.


    The man shouted, "Mrs. Zimmer!"


    A plump, curly-haired woman entered.


    She walked up to the man, her actions and tone of voice full of respect. "Young Master, what do you


    require?"


    Angeline looked curiously at the servant. The man seemed to be harmless and friendly. There was


    no reason for the olddy to be as afraid as she was.


    However, the olddy''s body was coiled as tightly as a piece of string. It was evident she was


    terrified that she might say something wrong.


    "This youngdy is hungry. Prepare her something nice."


    "Yes, Sir."


    After the olddy left, Angeline gave the man a careful look and said, "She seems to be terrified of


    you."


    The man grabbed an apple and shoved it into his mouth. It was not an elegant thing to do, but he


    made i t seem exceptionally regal.


    "Aren''t you afraid of me?" he returned the question. There were millions of people who were terrified


    of him. He had never seen anyone who was not afraid of him.