[Chapter 130]
When Gerald walked over, the entire Smith family was already gathered here.
Concurrently, Mason was explaining the situation:
"Dad, I really didn't mean it. This is all this security guard's fault! I was relying on his directions and he kept telling me to reverse.
That's when I crashed into the car!"
"This car is the most expensive car produced by Lamborghini. It will cost at least a hundred to a hundred and twenty thousand dollars to fix the damages caused by this accident. Plus, the car's front lamps are already broken!"
Some of the relatives who recognized this car could not help but exclaim out loud.
"Whoever is driving this car is definitely not just anybody. We can definitely afford to pay that price to fix the damages. But we might also be offending a very powerful figure. On top of that, this looks like it's a new car that someone just bought!"
"Just think about it. In Mayberry City, which son of which wealthy and influential family would be able to drive this kind of sports car that is worth approximately one million five hundred to three hundred million dollars?"
Everyone continued discussing this matter amongst themselves.
Upon hearing this, Gerald started feeling anxious.
Damn it. His car was parked at this position. Could it be that Mason had crashed into his Reventon?
As he squeezed through and made his way through the crowd, Gerald choked.
It was really his own car.
The body of the car was fine, but there were some scratches on the car after the hit. However the worst damage was that the right front headlight was already broken!
A right front headlight isn't very expensive, but neither is it very cheap either. Since there were also scratches on the car body, it would probably cost him about two hundred and sixty thousand dollars to fix the damages.
But as someone had mentioned, this was his new car.
The old lady grew anxious: "Mason, you were too careless. The security guard is obviously a stutterer. Can't you tell? This is bad. This time round, not only are we paying hundreds of thousands of dollars for damages, but we will also be offending a very powerful figure!"
"Mason, grandma, I think that we might have really gotten into big trouble this time! We cannot afford to offend the owner of this car at all!"
Queenie grabbed Mason's hand as he pulled him aside.
She saw how crucial it was beyond this matter.
"Queenie, why do you say that? Do you know who owns this car?" the old lady hurriedly questioned.
"Yes!" Queenie replied as she nodded frantically. "I just sent a photo of this car to the employees of our company, because some of our employees used to work for Lamborghini. He replied in the group chat, saying that this car was sold a few days ago at a transaction price of two million six hundred thousand dollars. It was bought by a young man. He said that the manager of the shop was following behind him, and he was very polite and respectful towards the young man on that day when he was buying the car!"
"Not only that, do you know who the manager of the Lamborghini shop in Mayberry City is? It is Wilson Quare!"
Queenie carefully explained.
"Is it really Mr. Wilson? Was he really very respectful towards this car buyer?"
"The reason why Mr. Wilson is so powerful in Mayberry City is entirely because of his contacts! He has very powerful connections here!"
With that being said, the old lady grew even more anxious.
"Then we should get out of here soon. Otherwise, we will be in trouble when the young man arrives!" the old lady panically cried.
She might be naïve, but she clearly knew what the consequences of offending a big and powerful family was. Even the slightest issue would affect everything else!
"Grandma, we absolutely cannot leave right now! There are surveillance cameras everywhere now!"
Irene and Rita started persuading her.
To be honest, Irene's eyes had not left the Lambo for even a second. She was fantasizing about how she would look if she were to be sitting in this luxurious car.
It would simply be perfect if her boyfriend, Kenneth could own this car!
But, that would be impossible.
As for Rita, she was even worse. She was actually thinking of waiting for the owner of the car to arrive.
If he could own a luxury car worth about three million dollars, then this person was undoubtedly a very rich and wealthy person.
Does this mean that she was one step closer to her own dreams and expectations?
It would be great progress even if she managed to grab a short encounter with that young man!
"Oh! We should get someone to go and pick Cara up first! Irene and Rita are right. We should not leave. It would be okay if we do not leave but if we leave now, then we will really be in big trouble!"
The old lady's tone was dead serious. She felt like she was becoming a dotard.
"Grandma, I would love to go and pick her up now, but I do not dare to leave just yet," Mason replied, swallowing his own saliva.
"It's okay. You can go and pick her up first. Grandma, all of you can go in and enjoy your birthday banquet first. Since this car is already hit, just let it be then. It's okay!"
Suddenly, a voice broke out behind everyone.
It was Gerald.