Chapter 482 Crash
Kevin was stunned. He didn’t understand what she was saying. Skylar replied, “Your sister fell out of favor with the Campbell clan and made an enemy out of them. She will surely fall and become an ordinary citizen now. You don’t even have a job, so how can you afford to marry me?”
Kevin tilted his head up and looked right at Skylar. “What do you want me to do, then?” “Have your sister sign her Ferrari and her house at Pollerton Estates to me,” replied Skylar.
Kevin’s eyes bulged. “Stop messing around, will you? The Ferrari belongs to my sister, and the family has no legal claims to the house at Pollerton Estates. Everything belongs to Nigel.”
Skylar sneered. “You don’t expect me to marry you without getting anything in return, do you? If you can’t give me what I want, then let’s just break up.”
“Fine by me,” roared Kevin. He tossed his glass to the side and left immediately. Skylar watched as he walked away. A sinister glint flashed past her eyes.
When Kevin was some distance away, a man showed up behind Skylar and hugged her waist. “Mr. Ono,” murmured Skylar as she leaned into the guy’s arms.
The man holding her was the guy from Pollerton Translations, Akio Ono. “Since Jennifer and Tyrone are at odds now, I will take what I want. We should con her out of that Ferrari first,” suggested Akio before he chuckled.
Skylar asked, “How do we do that?”
“Just watch as everything unfolds. When the time comes, we will get so much more than just that car. Jennifer will also come to us,” replied Akio as a mysterious grin crept up on his lips.
Kevin got into the Ferrari and stepped on the gas. The sports car roared and sped down the road at almost twice the speed limit.
A Lamborghini moved even faster and was right beside Kevin’s Ferrari when the driver rolled down the window and gave Kevin the middle finger before speeding up and overtaking him.
That gesture infuriated Kevin and prompted him to drive even faster. To his surprise, the Lamborghini hit the brakes out of a sudden.
Kevin’s irises constricted. He reacted quickly and stepped on the brakes as well, but he was still too late. His car scratched the Lamborghini a little.
“What the hell?” roared Kevin as he stepped out of the car. His breath reeked of alcohol at that moment.
The driver of the Lamborghini got out of his car as well. He was short and had a tiny mustache. His gaze shone evilly when he looked at Kevin and pointed out, “You were drunk driving and scratched my car. Are you going to pay for the car’s damage? Or should I see you in court?”
His accent was so thick that it was obvious he wasn’t local. He’s from Yartran! “You’re the one who…” argued Kevin.
Slap! Before anyone knew it, the stranger had slapped Kevin. The latter stumbled backward because of the impact and landed on the hood of his car.
“You are so dead!” roared Kevin. He got up to attack after that. The guy with the mustache smiled and a hint of taunt glimmered in his eyes. He choked Kevin and held the latter up in the air. “Listen, punk. Either pay me five million or die.”
Kevin’s breathing became uneven, and he kept coughing. It didn’t take long before he bulged his eyes.
Men with a distinctive sense of fashion started showing up from all around. Those men were all wearing baggy clothes and wooden sandals. They even had swords strapped to their waists and were glaring at Kevin.
They are all from Yartran! Citizens from that country had always been powerful in Pollerton because Pollerton Translations had always had their backs.
I have lost the Campbell clan’s support and protection. How can I fight against them?
“You have three hours to get the money to us. If you don’t, we will go after you,” warned the guy with a mustache as he let Kevin go. The former also slapped the latter lightly as a warning.
After that, he gave Kevin the middle finger and left in his own car. Kevin’s eyes burned with toxic hatred. He glared in the direction the guy left in.
What he didn’t know was that the guy with the mustache was one of the top ten fighters in Yartran and was an Octo Stella Warrior. Kevin stumbled into the house. Still pale, he returned to his room.
He didn’t feel safe even after he locked the door, so he installed a few high-definition surveillance cameras. Even after that, he trembled in fear, so he turned off his phone and left the house. His plan was to hide away for a week or two for the time being.
