Chapter 494 Beauty, Are You Robbing Money?
Zach glanced at his watch. He still had ten minutes before his appointment, and being late for a first meeting was definitely not a good look.
"How about this," he suggested, "you call your insurance company now and let them handle it? I have something urgent to attend to, but I promise I'll take care of it later, okay?"
The woman, emboldened by Zach's gentle and polite demeanor, crossed her arms and scoffed, "You think you can just hit someone's car and leave? No way! Pay up! No one is leaving until I get my money."
Zach checked his watch again. "Of course, I'll pay, but I need the insurance company's estimate first to know the exact amount." He handed her his business card. "Here, take this. You can contact me if you need anything."
The woman glanced at the card, and her eyes widened. This man was a surgeon! A high-status professional! And doctors were usually easy to push around. She wasn't going to let this opportunity slip by.
"Who knows if this card is real or fake? I'm in a hurry, too. Pay me now. My car is new, and the headlight you broke needs immediate repair. I'll be reasonable and only ask for eight thousand dollars."
Eight thousand dollars?
The owner of the white Mercedes, who had been listening, stepped out of her car. "Eight thousand dollars? Are you kidding me?"
The Mercedes owner, dressed in a long, pleated nude-pink dress and matching high heels, with her fair skin glowing in the evening light, walked over, catching everyone's attention.
The demanding woman sneered, "Mind your own business, you tramp!"
The Mercedes owner remained calm and composed. "Ma'am, this gentleman was reversing when you hit his car. He had his lights on. Whose fault do you think that is?"
"That's nonsense! I was right behind him. I couldn't have missed it!" The woman turned to her husband, who was staring at the Mercedes owner, practically drooling.
She stomped on his foot. "What are you looking at? There's nothing special about her!"
The man winced in pain but straightened up. "My wife wouldn't miss your lights. You were the one reversing recklessly. This is Aucester. Pay up now, or we'll waste more time."
Zach, seeing the time ticking away, pulled out his wallet, ready to settle the matter. But before he could, the Mercedes owner snatched it from his hand. "Ma'am, didn't you see his lights? There are surveillance cameras here. Let's check the footage. If it's his fault, he'll pay you every cent. But if you're lying, you'll apologize and compensate him for defamation. Deal?"
The couple looked around and saw the cameras.
"Fine! We're out of here!" They got into their car and drove off, leaving the scene finally quiet.
Zach turned to the woman. "Thank you for your help. I didn't think about the cameras. You saved me."
She twirled his wallet. "If I hadn't stepped in, were you really going to pay her? Eight thousand dollars might not mean much to you, but wouldn't you feel cheated?"
Zach chuckled. "I just wanted to resolve it quickly. Thank you again. Can I have my wallet back now?"
The woman had already seen his name on the business cards inside. She sized him up—handsome, tall, and exuding an air of elegance. A surgeon, no less. He seemed like a good catch.
"Hey, I just saved you eight grand. Don't you think you owe me a little gratitude?"
She crossed her arms, holding his wallet, looking like she was about to rob him. Her wavy brown hair elegantly framed her face, and her outfit screamed high society.
Zach frowned. "I'm in a hurry. How about I give you my card, and we can arrange something later?"
She leaned against his car. "You're here for a date, right? Is it your girlfriend? You seem to care a lot about her."
"That's none of your business. Please return my wallet, and I'll thank you properly another time."
"No way. Since we're right here, why not take me to dinner? This restaurant won't cost you eight thousand dollars."
She deftly tossed his wallet into her bag. "Your wallet has important documents, right? You wouldn't want to lose it."
Zach sighed, pressing his fingers to his forehead. "Miss, how is this different from what those two were doing?"
"Of course, it's different. I'm much prettier than that woman. Can't you see?"
Zach was speechless. What a day.
"Fine, keep the wallet. I'm leaving."
He got into his car, but she blocked his way. "There's only one parking spot left. As a gentleman, shouldn't you let me have it?"
Zach, exasperated, said, "You can find another spot."
He was already late. This was frustrating.
"I want this spot. Move your car."
She got into her car, ready to take the spot. Zach, seeing no other option, backed off. There had to be another spot somewhere.
"Hey!"
She followed him. "You're no fun! So uptight!"
"Uptight?"
"Where are you going? Aren't you meeting someone?"
"That's none of your concern."
"Hey, Zach!"
He stopped, surprised she knew his name. "You know me?"
She slammed her steering wheel. "Zach, no wonder you're stuck with blind dates. You're so clueless! I invited you to dinner, and you refused. Do you even know what that means?"
Zach's eyes narrowed. The timing, the place, the person—it all clicked. She was his blind date.
"You're Ophelia Montague?"
"Yes! And you didn't even recognize me! Do you have any idea how insulting that is?"
Zach sighed. "Miss Montague, I have no intention of getting married. I'm only here because of family pressure. Now that we've met, let's just part ways."
Ophelia laughed. "You think you can just walk away? No man has ever rejected me. If anyone's ending this, it's me!"
"Fine, you say it."
They stared at each other through their car windows, just inches apart.
"Let's settle this with a challenge. If you win, I'll tell our families the date is off. If you lose, you do as I say."
What a stubborn woman.
"What do you want to do? Race?"
"Of course not!"
Ophelia smiled and held up a fist. "Let's go to a dojo and spar. Three rounds. If you win one, I'll call it off. Deal?"
Zach was stunned. "You want to spar?"
This petite woman wanted to fight him?
"I said it clearly. Three rounds. If you win one, the date's off."
Zach shook his head. "Miss Montague, this is ridiculous."
"We'll see. Follow me to the nearest dojo."
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