INSTA MILLIONAIRE

Chapter 27: (Who's Big G is it?)

[Chapter 27]

Zara Fitzgerald and the others quickly arrived at the parking lot. After a glance, they saw that Howard Hamilton had put a deep dent into a Mercedes.

Alex, who was standing behind everyone, frowned when he saw that it was Lucy's car, which he was driving while she was gone, that had been dented.

That idiot Howard! He was bragging about how awesome his driving skills were when we were eating just now. And yet you had to dent Lucy's car. You're a real dope! Alex thought.

They bantered amongst themselves.

"This big car must be at least over one hundred and fifty-thousand dollars. This is bad—this is bad to dent it up like this—that's at least ten thousand dollars in damages."

"If only I could drive, I definitely wouldn't have dented it up. Ach—who knew something like this would happen?"

"You want to pay ten thousand dollars? Who the hell can afford it?"

"Who can we blame? If we were a bit more careful, we wouldn't have been able to make such a big dent."

Howard became even more annoyed than he already was. Now, he was so angry that he wanted to zip up their mouths.

"Oh, this guy won the prize. I've seen this kind before at an exhibition. It's a high-quality version imported from Germany—over two hundred thousand dollars. With a dent like this, no one can get out for less than fifteen thousand."

One of the cars driving by stopped in front of the crowd. The driver commented, gave Howard a thumbs up, and then drove away.

Fifteen thousand! Howard thought.

Howard's heart stopped. His whole body felt numb as if it had been shocked. His legs felt weak as if he were about to collapse.

He was just an ordinary rich guy, so losing fifteen thousand dollars in one shot was a huge sum of money to him. If the family knew about this, his father would be mad!

The others noticed Howard's mood, stopped commenting, and just sighed.

He didn't want to look weak in front of the others. He decided to avoid losing face in front of his friends that no one would look down on him, even if he might get in trouble with his father when he got home.

"Why don't you drive away? Nobody has seen it—I think if the owner can drive a Mercedes, he probably won't care about your money," Alex said.

Alex felt funny when he saw Howard's expression as if his parents had died. Honestly speaking, he didn't think much of it. More importantly, they had been holding him up from getting out of here.

"What is your pig brain thinking? Can't you see that it's surrounded by surveillance cameras? It would be even more embarrassing if you dent someone's car up and then ran away—don't you understand?" Zara said with a frown.

"Hmph—you—ah, I didn't expect you to be dressed so badly and have such vulgar thoughts. You would have run away if you had touched someone else's car. Don't you have any morals?"

Howard sneered and said, "Do you think I have that little money? Fifteen thousand dollars—that's just two months of pocket money—what's that?"

If Howard had that much pocket money every two months, he wouldn't be so scared. But Howard only had a few thousand a months. It was more like a few months' worths!

The others started to boast about how rich Howard was, mocking Alex for his lack of morals.

"Let's go—let's not hang out with them anymore!" Rachael O'Connor couldn't stand listening to the others anymore. Even before going into the restaurant, she had said that Alex was a target for bullying.