Chapter 118: You Hit My Car!" "Okay, It’s Mine Now.
Chapter 118: You Hit My Car!" "Okay, It’s Mine Now.
Then Lucas looked at Malrik and spoke calmly.
"Give me your account number."
Malrik frowned.
"My account number? Why?"
Lucas didn’t bother explaining.
"Just give it."
The confidence in Lucas’s voice made Malrik hesitate for a second. Still, he recited the account number.
After entering it into his phone, Lucas suddenly looked up.
"What was the landed price of this car?"
Malrik was caught off guard by the question. For a moment, he didn’t know why Lucas was asking.
Then a sneer appeared on his face.
"You want to know?"
"It’s over five million dollars more expensive than your Bugatti."
The pride in his voice was impossible to hide. To him, that difference mattered. A lot.
After all, he had been using that exact difference to look down on Lucas ever since he arrived.
Lucas, however, simply smiled.
The smile made Malrik feel strangely uncomfortable.
Ever since they met, Lucas had already figured out what kind of person Malrik was.
Arrogant.
The type who measured everything with money.
And Lucas hated people like that.
His Bugatti was worth around one hundred and thirty million dollars. Malrik’s Pagani was worth around one hundred and thirty-five million.
Five million.
Just five million.
Yet this idiot acted as if he were some king looking down from a throne.
It was honestly ridiculous.
A few seconds later, Lucas put his phone away.
"Check your account."
Malrik looked confused, but he still pulled out his phone.
The moment he unlocked it, his entire body froze.
His eyes widened.
The transaction notification stared back at him.
The full amount.
Transferred.
Complete ownership payment.
Not a deposit.
The entire price of the Pagani.
Paid in one transaction.
Malrik felt his scalp go numb.
Even he hadn’t fully paid for this car yet. There were still financing arrangements attached to it.
Yet the young man standing in front of him had casually transferred enough money to purchase it outright.
For several long seconds, Malrik simply stood there staring at the screen.
Unable to say a word.
Unable to process what had just happened.
Then Lucas pointed at the Pagani.
"Now remove all your nonsense from my car."
The sentence hit harder than a slap.
My car.
Not your car.
Malrik’s face turned pale.
Yet he didn’t dare argue.
Not anymore.
The arrogance from earlier had vanished completely.
Like a child being scolded by an adult, he silently opened the doors and started removing his belongings.
Documents. Gloves. Personal items.
Everything.
Mia watched the scene with her mouth slightly open.
The man who had been acting so high and mighty just minutes ago was now obediently clearing out the vehicle.
It looked surreal.
When Malrik finally finished, he stepped aside quietly.
Lucas didn’t even spare him another glance.
Lucas glanced at the two cars parked by the roadside and rubbed his forehead.
He suddenly realized there was another problem.
He couldn’t drive two cars back by himself.
And there was absolutely no chance he was handing the Pagani over to Mia.
Today’s accident had already shaved a few years off his life expectancy.
One rear-end collision was enough.
If he let Mia get behind the wheel of a hundred-and thirty-five-million-dollar Pagani, he might end up buying another car before today ends.
Just imagining it made Lucas feel a headache coming on.
Since he couldn’t drive two cars and Mia clearly couldn’t be trusted with one, there was only one solution left.
He called Bennett.
The call connected almost immediately.
"Lucas?"
"I just rear-ended a Pagani."
Bennett didn’t even wait for Lucas to finish speaking.
"Send me that idiot’s plate number."
"Right now."
"I don’t care whose car it is."
"I’ll turn this entire thing around and make it work in your favor."
"By the time I’m done, that asshole will be the one compensating you."
Her tone was full of confidence.
Clearly, this wasn’t the first time she had dealt with people trying to take advantage of situations like this.
Lucas couldn’t help smiling.
If Malrik heard this conversation, he would probably have a heart attack on the spot.
The funny part was that Bennett hadn’t even seen the other person yet.
She had already decided he was an idiot.
"Relax," Lucas said.
"I’ve already handled it."
Bennett paused.
"Handled it?"
"How?"
Lucas glanced at the gray Pagani parked nearby.
Then he answered casually.
"I bought the car."
Silence.
Complete silence.
Several seconds passed.
Then Bennett finally spoke.
"You bought... what?"
"The Pagani."
"The owner was acting like a parrot."
"He wouldn’t stop talking."
"So I bought the car and shut him up."
This time Bennett was genuinely speechless.
She had expected many possible solutions.
This wasn’t one of them.
"You bought the entire car?"
"Yes."
"What Pagani is it?"
Lucas told her the model.
The moment she heard it, Bennett almost dropped her phone.
Even by her standards, that wasn’t a cheap purchase.
"Lucas..."
"Are you serious?"
"I’m serious."
Then Lucas added:
"Come tow it away."
Bennett froze again.
"Tow it away?"
"I don’t need it."
"You can have it."
For the first time in a long while, even Bennett felt guilty.
That was over one hundred million dollars.
Giving it away sounded absurd.
"I can’t accept that."
Lucas shrugged.
"Why not?"
"I don’t want it."
Bennett laughed helplessly.
"I’m a woman."
"What exactly am I supposed to do with a Pagani?"
"I can’t drive that thing around every day."
Lucas stretched lazily.
"Then sell it."
"Keep it."
"Put it in a garage."
"Turn it into a decoration."
"I don’t care."
"It’s yours."
Before Bennett could continue arguing, Lucas hung up.
Then he shared the location.
Mia stood there in a daze.
For several seconds, she couldn’t process what she had just heard.
Lucas had... bought the car?
Just like that?
Her eyes drifted toward the gray Pagani parked by the roadside.
Then back toward Lucas.
Then back toward the Pagani again.
The entire situation felt unreal.
This accident had happened because of her.
She had been the one driving.
She had been the one who rear-ended the car.
Yet before she could even finish feeling guilty about the damage, Lucas had simply purchased the entire vehicle.
A vehicle worth over a hundred million dollars.
The realization made her stomach tighten.
"Lucas..."
Mia opened her mouth.
But she didn’t know what to say.
An apology suddenly felt far too small.
Meanwhile, Malrik’s expression looked uglier than ever.
Only ten minutes ago he had been acting superior.
Now he stood alone on the side of the road watching his former car become someone else’s property.
There was nothing he could do about it.
The ownership had already been transferred.
The money had already arrived.
Everything was legal.
Everything was final.
Malrik felt completely powerless.
His luxury car was gone.
His pride had been crushed.
And now he didn’t even have a ride.
The only thing left for him to do was stand there and wait for a taxi like everyone else.
The thought alone nearly made him choke.
Lucas didn’t spare him another glance.
To him, Malrik wasn’t worth another second of attention.
He simply walked toward the Bugatti.
Then he noticed Mia still standing there looking guilty.
Her head was lowered.
Her fingers were nervously twisting together.
She looked like a student waiting to be punished by a teacher.
Lucas found it a little funny.
"Why are you standing there?"
Mia blinked.
"Huh?"
"Get in."
"But..."
Lucas interrupted her.
"The accident already happened."
"Worrying about it now won’t undo it."
Mia bit her lip.
The guilt was still there.
But seeing how calm Lucas was made her feel slightly better.
Eventually, she nodded obediently and climbed into the passenger seat.
Lucas closed the door and got behind the wheel.
The familiar interior immediately made him relax.
This was much better.
At least nobody was going to crash the Bugatti this time.
A moment later, the engine roared to life.
The deep growl of the W16 engine echoed across the street.
Powerful.
Aggressive.
Malrik subconsciously turned his head.
The sound felt almost deliberate.
Like the car itself was laughing at him.
Lucas shifted gears.
The Bugatti rolled forward smoothly.