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It was quite a coincidence.

They had parked their car in the underground garage and were just about to head out when they overheard Quincy's voice from a distance.

He was speaking calmly, trying to reason with someone. "Yes, I did rear-end your car, and I've taken photos. Let's handle it through insurance."

"No way! You think I'm just gonna wait around for insurance? This is a luxury car. I want ten thousand in cash. Not a penny less!" The man was relentless, refusing to budge.

He even turned his attention to Tiffany, standing nearby, and sneered, "You two lovebirds in a hurry to get hitched or what? Are you blind? Can't drive straight?"

"I'll take responsibility, but please watch your language. There's no need for personal attacks," Quincy replied, barely keeping his anger in check.

wave of sympathy as she watched the scene unfold. It reminded her of when Quincy had first started his business, spending countless nights wining and dining potential clients to secure

thing. Quincy had never viewed her as a stepping stone. If he had, he would have used his connections with her family rather than tirelessly wooing clients. The man sneered, "You wrecked my car, and I can't say a word? Like you and your wife are

not married,"

else would you two be walking around all lovey-dovey?" The man was shouting,

the end of his patience and about to

man's demeanor instantly shifted. "Mr. Ford!

just here with a friend to do some shopping. What's going on?" Eugene asked

his pocket and pulling out a card. "I'll cover the cost. There's enough on this card to not only fix your car but buy a new one if

it, I won't hold it against you two. Mr.