Chapter 447 High Compensation
Gerald still had a soft spot for Bradley. The moment he hopped in the car, he whipped out his phone and dialed up Curtis.
"Wait, what? Bradley hit someone else's car?" Curtis, chilling at home, shot up from the couch, scaring the crap outta Michelle next to him.
"What happened to Bradley?" Michelle's instincts kicked in, and she was all kinds of worried.
"Alright, got it. I'm heading to Bankgok right now!" Curtis told Gerald over the phone, then hung up and filled Michelle in on Bradley's little fender bender.
Michelle let out a sigh of relief, brushing it off. "It's just a fender bender. Worst case, we pay up. Why the drama? I thought something serious happened to Bradley!"
"You don't get it. Bradley hit a luxury car. Think we can just throw money at this and be done? Let's hope they don't ask for a fortune." Curtis shot Michelle a look and sighed.
Bankgok was a tiny town near Novaria. Fancy cars were rare, and their owners were big shots, not folks you wanna mess with!
Paying up was the least of their worries. If the other side wanted to make a scene, they'd be in deep trouble!
"Seriously? How did Bradley manage to hit such an expensive car? How much is this gonna cost?" Michelle was stunned, her worry creeping back.
"Money, money, money! That's all you think about! We don't even know who Bradley hit yet. If they wanna push it, it's not just about cash! I'm outta here; gotta hit the Bankgok police station to see what's up!" Curtis grabbed his car keys, ready to bolt.
"Wait up, I'm coming too!" Michelle hurried after him.
"Bradley got into this mess and didn't even call us. If Gerald hadn't seen it, we'd be clueless!" Curtis grumbled on the way.
He'd tried calling Bradley a bunch of times, but the line was busy. Who the heck was he talking to?
"Bradley probably didn't wanna worry us. Oh, he has a business buddy from a rich family in Bankgok. Maybe he's asking him for help. Stop calling him; we'll see him at the station." Michelle suddenly remembered and quickly told Curtis.
Curtis went quiet. He'd always been iffy about Bradley's so-called friends. Luckily, Bradley hadn't caused much trouble, so he let it slide. But who knew if those friends were any good?
Meanwhile, Ethan and the gang had already hit the police station. Jessie wanted to go in with Gerald to get the scoop but Ethan stopped her.
"Let Gerald handle it first. We'll hang back and stay outta sight. Bradley probably won't recognize you," Ethan told Jessie.
"Ethan's right. I'll go in and check things out. You guys stay put. Curtis will be here soon. This ain't your problem anyway," Gerald added.
Jessie reluctantly agreed and stood with Ethan, watching from a distance.
Both sides were in the accident handling hall, where the cops were sorting out who was at fault.
"Mr. Walker, it's a no-brainer. He rear-ended me, so it's totally his fault!" Mark Jackson, the owner of the luxury car, said to Director Anthony Walker. He was super casual, like he knew the director well and didn't give a damn, treating him like some lackey.
"Mr. Jackson, chill. We're just going through the motions. It's definitely his fault. Just sign here, and you're good to go," Anthony, clearly aware of Mark's status, had a big, fake smile plastered on his face, speaking all humble-like.
"Good to go? What about my car?" Mark sneered, giving Bradley the cold shoulder, clearly not planning to let this slide.
"I know it's my fault. I'll pay for the repairs, no problem!" Bradley said softly, looking all nervous at Mark.
Anthony's brown-nosing told Bradley that Mark was someone he couldn't mess with. Usually all high and mighty, Bradley was now practically groveling.
"Repairs? You think just paying for the repairs is enough? I called the dealership. They said it's gonna be at least $40,000 to fix it. Plus, you messed up my plans for today, so you owe me for that too. Let's call it $100,000, and we're square!" Mark sneered.
"What? Your car isn't that messed up. How could it cost $100,000?" Bradley was floored by Mark's demand and started arguing.
"What's with the attitude? Watch your mouth. Mr. Jackson is the General Manager of Synergy Group." Before Mark could blow up, Anthony shot Bradley a glare and scolded him.
Hearing this, Mark looked even more smug, his eyes practically rolling at Bradley.
"Whatever the amount, wait till my friend gets here. I don't have that kind of cash on me!" Bradley knew the cops were in Mark's pocket and had to back down for now.
He'd just called his rich buddy Jimmy Cox, whose dad, Clayton Cox, was a big shot in Bankgok. He figured if Clayton stepped in, Mark would have to back off a bit.
"Bradley, how much do you have to pay?" Gerald walked in just then, looking all concerned.
"Gerald, what are you doing here?" Bradley was shocked to see Gerald at the station, his face turning red.
Mainly because Gerald looked like he just came from the farm, mud on his pants and all, sticking out like a sore thumb.
"I saw you had an accident, so I followed to check on you! I already told your dad, and he'll be here soon!" Gerald quickly explained.
"Who told you to call my dad? It's not a big deal; I can handle it myself!" Bradley got anxious and snapped at Gerald.
"Is he your relative?" Mark raised an eyebrow, smirking at Gerald.
"I'm his uncle. I'm really sorry Bradley hit your car!" Gerald quickly apologized to Mark with a smile.
"If you're really sorry, then pay up. But looking at you, I doubt you can afford it!" Mark said, dripping with disdain.
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