Emperor and drew near.

The moment Matthew appeared, his menacing aura made the man's arrogance deflate. With a better attitude, the man asked, “Who are you? Why do you care? She can't even drive. Why are you continuing to argue~

The man immediately shut his mouth and looked away when he met

Matthew's cold stare.

Matthew walked over to Erica and held her in his arms. Then he shot an icy glare at the middle-aged man and said flatly, “This is my wife. And you are the one that bumped into her. Don't you have brakes? My wife was driving at 20mph, and you still bumped into her car. Whose fault is that? Stand there and wait for my assistant. He'll be here soon."

After saying that, Matthew ignored him. Instead, he turned to Look at the younger man beside him and said, “So, based on what you told my wife, I think I should pay for your car." Matthew pulled out his checkbook and scrawled something on a check. Then he tore it out and handed it to the young man.

“Three million should cover it. You can leave, if you want."

The young man looked at the check in shock. He reached for it timidly and checked the amount. One zero, two zeros, three zeros... It was indeed three million!

His car was worth 2.4 million dollars. He could make six hundred grand out of this. That would be totally awesome!

He kissed the check out of glee.

“Okay! Thank you!" The boy took the check and left without hesitation.

When he saw this, the owner of the Volkswagen had misgivings about how he acted. If he'd just taken the money and left, he'd be fine. Now he wished he had been nicer. Things would have gone better for him.

Owen Williams, Matthew's personal assistant, arrived very soon, faster than the officials with the insurance company. He also brought a lawyer with him.

He trotted over to Matthew and said, “Mr. and Mrs. Hilton, the car's ready. You can go home if you want. I've got this."

Matthew reminded him, "I solved the problem with the Mercedes owner.

This man owns the WW. Be careful."

When he heard that, Owen was confused for a second, and then he got his boss' point.

"Okay, Matthew. Don't worry." Clearly, the middle-aged man had offended Matthew.

Casting a cold glance at the middle-aged man, Matthew left, holding

Erica in his arms.

They walked over to a shiny black car. It was a Bentley Flying Spur, a high-end Luxury car. The driver held the doors for them as the pair climbed in. Erica was amazed at the amount of leg room. Matthew seated

Erica behind the driver, and the young man himself sat behind the front passenger seat. That seat was better as Matthew was tall, and the passenger seat could move forward if necessary. The driver was the manager of the Orchid Private Club. Owen called in a favor, and the manager delivered. After greeting them, the manager drove them back to the villa.

At home, Erica dragged her feet, wondering if she should follow

Matthew. She watched him go upstairs

Pursing her lips, she decided not to follow him. After changing her shoes, she sat in the Living room and turned on the TV.