Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot
Chapter 1850 - 444: Duke of Country U, Sky-high Priced Conch Pearl_4

Chapter 1850: 444: Duke of Country U, Sky-high Priced Conch Pearl_4

Seeing that the other person was quite polite, Isla Astir smiled and said, "I’m fine."

"What about the other people in the car?" the uncle continued to ask.

Isla Astir replied, "There’s no one else in the car."

"That’s good." The uncle took out his phone and continued, "Young lady, why don’t we add each other on WhatsApp and take photos of the cars? If there are any repair costs later on, you can contact me directly on WhatsApp. Our young lady has something urgent and is in a hurry to leave."

"Okay." Isla Astir took out her phone to take pictures, and it was then that she saw the other car was a Rolls-Royce.

She habitually referred to Rolls-Royces as "mini golden ones."

Her dream car.

Meanwhile, the young woman in the car behind them couldn’t wait any longer. She stuck her head out of the car window, frowning and said, "Mr. Cooper! I’m in a hurry! Why are you wasting words with this kind of person? Just give her whatever money she wants!"

Driving a BMW just over 100,000 dollars.

Just a poor mutt.

Jean Beckman’s time was precious, and she had no time to waste with such poor mutts.

After saying this, Jean Beckman urged again, "Hurry up!"

Upon hearing this, Isla Astir slightly frowned and turned to walk towards the back seat. "Excuse me, miss, could you explain what you mean by ’this kind of person’? It was you who hit my car first, so why can’t you speak fairly?"

Isla Astir was very angry.

It was clearly them who had hit her first, and even though she didn’t lose her temper, now it seemed as though she was someone trying to scam them.

She wanted to minimize the issue too!

But with their attitude, she couldn’t just let it go.

She wasn’t made of clay!

So what if they drive a Rolls-Royce?

Such people simply lower the standards of a Rolls-Royce!

At this moment, Jean Beckman hadn’t realized that Isla Astir was indirectly calling her tactless. Jean felt that Isla Astir seemed somewhat familiar.

The next second, she suddenly remembered that this was the girl who had dined with Mandel Thompson!

She thought Isla Astir was someone important!

Turns out she’s just an ordinary person.

She’s with Mandel Thompson, and he didn’t even give her a fancy car, just a crummy little car worth just over 100,000 dollars.

Absolutely pathetic.

It seemed that Mandel Thompson only saw her as a pawn.

Seeing her imperious demeanor, and that she wasn’t even afraid upon seeing a Rolls-Royce, it was clear she was relying on Mandel Thompson’s power!

Jean Beckman probably guessed that Isla Astir already knew who she was.

With that in mind, Jean Beckman’s eyes were filled with mockery, "You’re talking so much just because you want me to pay you. Fine, I’ll pay!"

While saying this, Jean Beckman took out a card from her bag and threw it on the ground, "Here’s 100,000 dollars! Can you leave now?"

Isla Astir picked up the bank card from the ground and threw it into her car, "I will only accept the repair costs that I should collect, please do not insult people here. Also, I won’t leave until the police arrive."

After saying this, Isla Astir picked up her phone to call the police.

Their cars crashed near the roadside and didn’t affect traffic, and since Isla Astir had another hour and a half before her appointment with the editor, she wasn’t worried about being late.

Facing someone like Jean Beckman, Isla Astir was not about to repay evil with good.

Because repaying evil with good would only invite further encroachment.

Jean Beckman became frantic, "You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?"

She clearly knew she was in a hurry, yet the other party still wanted to handle this through the police.

Obviously!

Isla Astir was deliberately opposing her.

Such people are truly disgusting!

After calling the police, Isla Astir went back to sit in her car and wait for the officers to arrive.

Jean Beckman was furiously upset.

Bitch!

This bitch was definitely doing this on purpose.

She knew that she was Mandel Thompson’s saudade, so she deliberately targeted her.

How could there be such people in the world?

Jean Beckman took deep breaths, trying hard to calm herself down.

The police arrived quite quickly.

While the police were asking for personal information, Isla Astir unexpectedly found out that the female car owner was indeed called Jean Beckman.

She subconsciously felt the name was familiar.

Very soon.

She remembered what Mandel Thompson had told her.

The girl Mandel Thompson had liked during high school was named this.

Was it the same person?

If it was indeed the same person, then Mandel Thompson’s taste was really poor.

This girl’s character was utterly despicable.

Jean Beckman also learned Isla Astir’s name.

She squinted her eyes.