She looked so refined and elegant. Who knew she had such a fiery temper?
Judging by the bruises on the two cousins, they must have been terrified out of their minds.
"Well, karma always catches up eventually!" Yanni Young clapped his hands, laughing from the sidelines.
He wasn't even trying to hide his schadenfreude.
Owen and Claire both turned to look at him simultaneously.
Yanni lightly slapped his own mouth. "Oops, bad phrasing. I didn't mean Claire was the karma."
"You're amazing!" He shot Claire a massive thumbs-up.
The rest of the room silently agreed. Waylon was a menace who desperately needed to be put in his place.
He had tried to mess with a helpless girl, only to crash straight into a brick wall.
Yanni's intense satisfaction was entirely justified. His own younger sister had been one of Waylon's victims.
Waylon was a useless playboy, but he was undeniably handsome and knew exactly what to say to woo women.
He had easily charmed Yanni's sister, only to start hooking up with other girls shortly after they got together.
She had eventually dumped the bastard, but the heartbreak had deeply scarred her.
Waylon, on the other hand, had simply brushed it off and continued living his best life as if nothing had happened.
"I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence either." Claire stared at the massive lump on Waylon's forehead. "Someone cut me off. It was just an instinctual reaction."
"After all, I was terrified."
She delivered the line with the casual indifference of someone discussing what they had for breakfast.
There wasn't a chance in hell she had actually been scared!
"Sweetheart, with those driving skills, you expect me to believe you were scared?" Waylon hated admitting defeat, but he had clearly seen her side profile during the chase. She had been terrifyingly calm, without a single ripple of panic.
He had been determined to track her down, but since he had more pressing business tonight, he had put it on the back burner.
And now, the very girl he was looking for turned out to be Owen's cousin.
"Fear makes my reflexes sharper. It was all pure instinct," Claire replied deadpan.
"Still, shouldn't you and your cousin go to a hospital for those injuries?"
"I'd be happy to cover the medical bills."
Claire gave him a perfectly innocent, sympathetic look.
Waylon felt like she was intentionally mocking him. "Do I look like I need your money?"
"You don't." Claire looked him up and down thoughtfully.
Her intense scrutiny actually made Waylon a little self-conscious.
Did this girl have no sense of modesty?
Why was she staring at him like that? What was she looking at?
"What the hell are you staring at?" Waylon finally snapped, glaring at her.
Claire offered a faint smile. "Nothing. Just observing what a spoiled trust fund baby looks like in the wild."
The rest of the room burst into laughter.
Waylon flared with impotent rage. "Who are you calling a spoiled trust fund baby?"
"You. I was just minding my own
int
business on the road, and you
spoiled behavior, what it
swerved into me for fun if that's not
Claire's expression didn't even twitch.
Waylon gave an awkward laugh. "I didn't recognize your car, so I just wanted to
mess with you a bit."
To him, scaring some random girl was just harmless fun.
But Claire's face turned icy. "If I had
been a
ovice driver, your little joke
could have caused a fatal crash.
you realize that? content
Of course he knew.
But he was the one who had gotten wrecked, and he hadn't even thrown a fit about
it. He had just accepted his bad luck.
He genuinely thought she had been pulling a stunt to get his attention.
He had no idea she was Owen's cousin.
"We weren't even going that fast. little fender bender wouldn't have killed anyone. Under her intense glare Waylon actually
a flicker of
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guilt.
IMS
He was an arrogant jerk, but his father still kept him on a relatively tight leash. Compared to the truly malicious elite, Waylon was just a reckless idiot.