C4 I Throw and Hit a Maybach

Richard Carter was not having a good night. The urgent matter they were referring to was his marriage. His family was forcing him to marry. It was becoming unbearable for him. What's there to hurry? Why did it sound like a tragedy to them? He wasn't old in the first place; he was rich, and most importantly, he was so good-looking!

The words of his grandfather were still fresh in his head. Richard massaged his brows in contemplation.

"Let me tell you, Richard, put that woman out of your mind! I am only giving you one month to bring home a granddaughter-in-law for me. Humph, if you don't take it seriously, then I'll die, so you can see what I'm talking about!" His grandfather kept ranting and snorting while pointing at him.

His grandfather was quite the character. Did he believe he'd be able to find a woman on the spur of the moment? A month, what a joke! Is he under the illusion that he could just pull one off on the streets? Even so, shouldn't both parties be willing?

Richard was concerned that his grandfather would not let him go lightly this time. His grandfather was a single-minded person. He, the grandson, would regret it for the rest of his life if he became stubborn and did something stupid. He needed to be attentive.

"Boss, look! The girl sitting over there, she's quite bold. It's already so late at night, but she's still outside alone on the side of the road." The driver looked at Amy Miller, who was sitting by the roadside and sighed.

Richard was uninterested in women who did not return home at night and who walked about outside.

He didn't even bother to look at them, and the car drove right past Amy.

The two of them had missed each other just like that, and there was no more interaction between them. Their story should have ended there and then. However, God made a tremendous joke on them.

In front of Amy, there was a puddle. The dirty water splattered all over Amy's face and clothes as the black Maybach drove past.

Amy was worried as she sat there. She went from being an abandoned woman to being absolutely homeless in the blink of an eye.

It had already been a rough day. It was already late at night, and the wretched car had splashed her with water all over her body.

"Hey, how did you drive? Hey, hey! Stop your car!" Amy stood up and ran after the car. The Maybach's soundproofing, on the other hand, was excessively good. The people inside were completely oblivious to the sound outside.

Amy Miller was so enraged that she conveniently picked up a stone on the ground. She had intended to damage the car to unleash her rage, but she did not really want to hit the car.

But because it was so simple to throw, the stone landed squarely on the rear of the Maybach!

"Crack." With a sharp sound, the Maybach came to a complete halt.

The car stopped immediately, and the driver rushed down to see what was going on. The man inside was the wealthiest in the city. He would be in serious trouble if something happened. The driver checked the damage. "Oh, no!"

When Amy heard the back window had cracked, she was astounded, too.

In the past, even if people had stood in front of her, she couldn't stone aim or hit them. What had happened to her today that made her so unlucky? On the second look, this car appeared to be one that she'd seen before.

"Oh, crap!" The driver had already walked in front of Amy before she could react.

Amy Miller only realized she needed to get out of there at this point. She couldn't afford to pay for the car.

Before Amy could move, the driver caught her hand. It was too late to run now.

"How come it's you again?" Amy was the focus of the driver's attention. Wasn't this the crazed woman that had provoked the CEO earlier in the day?

"What? What did you say? How come I can't hear you?" Amy began to act dumb at this point. There was no way out. Her image as the Miller Group's daughter had shattered completely today.

"You look like a nice woman. Why do you continually make trouble for us, ah?" The driver was too dumbfounded in front of Amy.

Amy was even less able to express herself. She didn't mean it. Even if she was battered to death, she would not dare to throw if she knew it would be so precise.

The driver pulled Amy closer to the back window of the car and pointed her to the damaged glass. "You see, this car almost blasted a hole in it, the cracks were clearly apparent, and just the repair of this would cost a few million!"

Amy was guilty and drooped her head almost to her chest. She felt emboldened when she suddenly saw her dirtied dress and remembered that she was the one who had suffered first.

"It was also you people who were the first to splash puddle water on my face and body. I shattered it because of this. No, no! I mean, I lightly threw a stone. How did I know it was going to be so spot-on? But I'm not the only one at fault. You clearly didn't drive properly!"

Right before they could continue to argue, a pair of shining leather shoes stretched out from the car door as it opened.