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Chapter 370:

“You’re full of nonsense!” Carlee snapped, but before she could continue, a chorus of honks erupted behind her. The light had turned green, and their cars were clogging the intersection, stalling traffic.

“Take your argument to the side! You’re blocking the road!” A police officer, drawn by the commotion, saw Carlee and Sanford were unharmed and ordered them to move their vehicles.

Once traffic flowed again, the officer turned to them and asked, “How do you want to settle this? Privately or p>

“Privately!” Carlee and Sanford said in unison, cutting him off.

The officer, swamped with work, was ready to leave but added, “No fighting. Discuss it calmly p>

Carlee chose a private settlement to avoid her father’s relentless nagging. If he heard about this, she would get no rest tonight.

𝘋o𝗻’𝘁 𝘮i𝗌s 𝗇𝖾𝘄 𝗿еl𝖾a𝘴𝖾𝘀 о𝘯 ѕ.𝗰о𝗺

Sanford, meanwhile, wanted to keep it quiet to avoid being mocked by his friends about this.

“So, how do you propose we handle this?” Carlee asked.

“We each cover our own repairs,” Sanford replied.

“Why should I agree to that p>

“You rear-ended me, lady. By the rules, you’re liable for my repairs. I am being kind to suggest that we repair our own cars,” Sanford said.

“If you hadn’t slammed on your brakes, would I have hit you p>

“If that’s your stance, let’s call the cops back p>

Just then, their argument was interrupted by Carlee’s ringing phone.

Carlee shot Sanford a look, then stepped aside to answer.

“We agreed on six, didn’t we? You’re over ten minutes late.” Amelia’s voice came through.

“I got into a car accident,” Carlee explained.

Amelia, just settled in a private room, stood abruptly. “A car accident? Are you okay? Is it serious? I’ll go find you p>

Hearing the worry in Amelia’s voice, Carlee quickly reassured her, “I’m fine. It’s just a minor scrape on the car. I’m almost at the restaurant. No need for you to come here p>

After a long back-and-forth, Carlee convinced Amelia not to come.

Not wanting to keep her friend waiting for long, Carlee hung up, agreed to Sanford’s terms to each fix their own vehicles, and got back into her car. But as she drove past Sanford, she rolled down her window, flashed a rude gesture, and spat, “Moron p>

With that, she floored the gas and sped away.

Watching her vanish around the corner, Sanford let out a disbelieving laugh. It was the first time he, a member of the powerful Chapman family, had been insulted like that.

Just as he climbed into his car, his phone rang.

“You’re late p>

Wyatt’s voice crackled through the phone, prompting Sanford to hurriedly explain, “I got into a car accident on the way. I’ll be there soon p>

“Is Sanford almost here?” Amelia asked as Wyatt ended the call and set his phone down.

“He said he had a car accident, but he’s on his way,” Wyatt replied.

“He also got into a car accident? What’s with all these accidents today?” Amelia muttered, puzzled.

Wyatt didn’t answer, instead sliding the menu toward her. “Why don’t you pick something to eat first p>

“Let’s wait for them to arrive before ordering,” Amelia suggested.

“It’s fine. We can order now. The food will be ready when they get here p>

As Wyatt predicted, the waiter began serving just as Sanford pushed open the private room door.

“Sorry I’m late, I—wait, Amelia, your friend’s not here yet?” When Sanford saw only Wyatt and Amelia in the room, his shoulders relaxed.

Amelia, worried about a bad first impression, wanted to speak up for Carlee. But before she could, the door swung open again.

Carlee walked in, saying, “Sorry, I’m late. I p>

She stopped dead, spotting Sanford. “It’s you p>

Sanford looked just as shocked. After a moment, he turned to Amelia. “She’s not the blind date, is she p>

“She is. This is Carlee Larson. She has a lovely name, don’t you think?” Amelia said brightly.

Sanford let out a loud laugh, leaving Amelia confused by what was so funny.

Wyatt shot him a sharp look.

Catching it, Sanford cleared his throat and composed himself.

Carlee gave a mocking laugh, clearly unimpressed by Sanford’s act.

He glared at her. “What’s so funny p>

“I’m laughing at how some people act all polished in public but are totally different in private,” she fired back.

“Carlee,” Amelia said, signaling Carlee to be polite.

During the meal, Carlee and Sanford stayed silent, tension simmering between them.

Amelia tried catching Carlee’s eye and asking her about it, but Carlee avoided her, forcing her to give up.

Wyatt, focused solely on Amelia, served her food and soup, seemingly unaware of the quiet feud between Carlee and Sanford.

As Amelia set her utensils down, Carlee announced she was leaving.

“I’ll walk her out,” Amelia told Wyatt, hurrying after Carlee.

At the restaurant entrance, Amelia asked, “What’s going on with you p>

“He’s the idiot I mentioned in the call earlier,” Carlee said bluntly.