Enna Clark opened the car door, and after calming down, she got out composedly, "I'm sorry, I didn't notice there was a car in front. Here's what we'll do, I''ll leave my phone number. You can send the car for repairs, and once it's fixed, send me an estimate, and I will compensate for all of it."
The driver saw that she was young and frowned, scoffing, "You'll compensate, do you even know what kind of car this is? You talk as if you can just compensate for it."
Enna had no good feelings toward those who judged others by their appearances, but she did acknowledge that the fault was hers to begin with, so she furrowed her brows slightly and asked indifferently, "What car?
A Rolls-Royce, she could recognize it and she could afford to compensate!
The driver was intimidated by her confidence for a moment. Just as he realized he was being dominated by a young lady and was about to fly into a rage, the car door opened, and a man's voice came through, "Perry!"
