"I know that you cannot afford the compensation of $100,000. So, how about you become my servant who's going to clean my shoes?"
Jack's gaze turned cold at that moment. He had planned to leave but this guy was actually thinking of making him a servant? Did he think that he had the qualifications? He wasn't the one at fault at all, he was the one that was almost hit, but he was the one to give compensation?
He stared sternly at the young man before him. Jack's stare caused the young man to feel as if he had just dropped into an ice cellar. He couldn't help but shiver before taking a few steps backwards from fear.
