Let Me Go, Mr. Hill!

When the Santana driver and his friends saw Forrest’s Porsche, they were stunned. How f* cking rich were the couple for them to drive a Bentley and a Porsche?

“Sir, you’re so rich…” The driver’s lips twitched shyly.“This is my assistant’s business card. You can directly contact him regarding the car accident.” Forrest tossed a business card into the driver’s hand and warned, “Don’t you dare play any tricks.”

The driver looked down at the business card in his hand, which read ‘General Manager of Levine Law Firm, Christian Cave’.

The fact that Forrest could get the business card 0f a general manager from a law firm proved that his identity must be extraordinary. After taking a glimpse at Forrest’s cold expression and tall figure, the driver subconsciously felt afraid. “Well … it?s just our private matter. There’s no need to get a lawyer to settle this.”

“But it hit me that talking sense to people like you won’t work.”

the young hooligans still lying on the ground. The gear shift lever of his car was still in Park, but the moment he stepped on the accelerator to the fullest, the hooligans were so frightened that

to you whether you want to continue lying there. I’ll run over a few people at most and

his stubborn behavior, the bunch of hooligans

the steering wheel and

and called his secretary. “ There was

you in a car accident?” The secretary

let anybody know of

sound came from within the car. He shot a look at Jessica’s phone, only to realize that it was connected to the screen through Bluetooth. The screen showed an incoming call from someone

a few seconds before instinctively tapping on the answer button. A man’s gentle voice sounded in the car. “Jessica, I was skimming through a video and saw that you were involved in an accident. Are you alright? Do