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

lying there. I’ll run over a few people at most and compensate each

his stubborn behavior, the bunch of hooligans were at their wits’

steering wheel and left

later, he caught sight of a white phone on the passenger seat and frowned. He took out his phone and called his secretary. “ There was a car accident involving a Bentley on Western Road half

in a car accident?” The secretary said in surprise, “Hang on. You

let anybody know of this

after, a ringing 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

few seconds before instinctively tapping on the answer button. A man’s gentle voice sounded in the car. “Jessica, I was skimming through