The Charismatic Charlie Wade - Season 10 Episode 58

The Four Great Guardians were well-known figures in Aurous Hill, and Caesar was the most famous of them all.

His nickname in the underworld was Chief Caesar.

Jeff never expected that he would run into Caesar’s Phaeton in order to avoid a Porsche Cayenne.

He regretted his decision very much. If he knew that it would end up like this, he would have crashed his car into the Porsche!

No! If he knew it would be like this, he wouldn’t agree to race with Charlie! It was a trap!

Yes, that’s right!

Charlie was to blame for all of this! The bastard had tricked him! His BMW 520 must be a modified car since it was surprisingly powerful.

If Charlie hadn’t set up the trap, he wouldn’t have made such a decision!

Jeff hated Charlie very much as he thought of it.

Caesar snorted at Jeff’s pale and shaky face, and growled, “Hey, show me your driver’s license and ID!”

Jeff nodded profusely, went into the car to retrieve all the cards, and handed them to Caesar respectfully. Caesar glanced at the cards briefly and put them into his pocket.

He looked back at Jeff and said coldly, “Jeff Mowry, right? I’ve been in the underworld for so many years, I really don’t want to handle such messy stuff. Look, I’ve had the car not even for a month and

you’ve crashed it into a bunch of twisted metals. No matter how you fix it, it is a damaged car and no longer the new car that I owned.”

Caesar huffed a breath and continued, “So, I have a very simple solution for you. From now on, this car is yours.”

Jeff blinked in confusion.

What did he mean? Why did he say that? Why did he want to give him the Phaeton? It didn’t make sense.

Caesar squinted darkly and said, “My solution is simple, I give you the car, and you get me a new car with the exact same specs, then, I’ll drop this case. You should count your lucky stars because I’m in a good mood today, or else, for what you just did there, you can say goodbye to your legs!”

Jeff collapsed on the floor, feeling extreme misery and despair.

He had asked for a new car which could cost more than 2 million dollars! Where could he get so much money?

Besides, what good was it for him to give him this car? The repair alone would cost hundreds of thousands of dollars, not to mention it would lose its resale value after the repair. All in all, he would need to shell out a large sum of money just for this mess!

And this wasn’t even including his own car’s damage cost!

The auto insurance could only cover half a million dollars, yet the combined losses were estimated to exceed one million.

Jeff was on the verge of collapse. He had bought the Merc with a loan, and his monthly payment for the car was ten grand for three years.

He had used up all his savings to pay the down payment of the car, and his monthly salary was only about twenty grand, how could he manage such a hefty sum of money?

When he thought of this, Jeff sobbed and said, “Brother Caesar, I’m all to blame for this matter, I am solely responsible, I admit it! But I really don’t have much money, I can’t afford to compensate you for such an expensive car!”

“I don’t care!” Caesar shouted furiously, “You crashed into my car, you have to give a satisfactory compensation. Did you say that you have no money? Find a way! I’ll give you a week, tops! If I don’t see my new Phaeton in a week, I’ll order someone to chop you off.”

Then, Caesar glared at him and continued, “I have some business to tend to. This car is yours now. You have one week. If you can’t solve the problem, I’ll cut you up. If you dare to run, I’ll kill you!”