Chapter 4

"How is this possible? How can it cost so much to repair a car?" Quincey zoomed in on the repair bill, carefully counting the zeros after the numbers.

Selene couldn't believe it, either. She even suspected that the message wasn't from Pierce but from a scammer.

Pierce's car was a Sweloria brand named Kronensieg. It was a bespoke sports car with only one in existence in the whole country. Most people wouldn't recognize it because it was so rare.

Zenith Media had worked with Kronensieg before, so I knew the selling price very well. It was 50 million dollars.

For such a top-tier sports car, a repair fee of eight million dollars wasn't surprising, especially with the added shipping cost to Sweloria for repairs.

While they were still debating the authenticity of the cost, Pierce sent another message. "Pay as soon as possible."

Now, there was no room for negotiation.

Quincey panicked immediately. Her face turned pale.

"He was supposed to ask me out to dinner. Why is he talking about the repair cost? How am I supposed to come up with that much money?" She looked at Joshua, seeking help.

Joshua finally remembered me. He comforted her by saying my car had insurance, and the insurance company would cover the costs.

"Commercial insurance covers up to three million dollars for third-party property damage, but that's still not enough," I said while pushing my suitcase toward my room.

"But I didn't have time to buy commercial insurance, so I only bought the basic liability insurance, which can cover only 200 thousand dollars."

I took a couple of steps and then tapped my head. "Wait. Quincey doesn't have a driver's license. In this case, the insurance company won't cover it."

My room was small. Other than the few dolls Mom had made for me, there wasn't much to take with me.

Just as I was about to leave my room, Selene blocked the door with one hand and glared at me fiercely.

"You're not going anywhere. That's your car. Even if Pierce calls the police, you'll be the one paying for the damages."

I had expected her to say that.

I took the vehicle registration from my bag, where Quincey's name was clearly written. This was thanks to Joshua.

The day I went to the Department of Motor Vehicles, he happened to come with me. While I went to the restroom, he had switched my documents with Quincey's, so the car was now under her name.

Since I was little, whenever our family got something new, Quincey had to be the first to use it. How could Joshua stand to have me own a car while Quincey didn't?

Selene immediately lost control, punching and kicking Joshua. "You useless idiot! You've ruined Quincey's life! Pierce is the heir of the Holden family. There's no way we can escape the compensation."

Joshua curled up, too scared to fight back. He stammered, saying that he never expected things to turn out like this.

At that moment, Quincey screamed, "Stop it! I'm going to call Ms. Madden. She'll know what to do."

The Ms. Madden she mentioned was Bianca Madden, the head of the socialite training program.

I had once seen her take a group of ladies, each with a unique style, into a luxurious club. Rumor had it that Bianca had a vast network. Several of her students had married big celebrities or wealthy bosses through her connections.

Quincey clung to the phone, as if it were her last hope, anxiously awaiting Bianca's response.

After a long wait, a sharp voice came through the phone, "Quincey, I really want to help you, but you still haven't paid off your tuition fees. Once you send over 300 thousand dollars, I'll tell you exactly what to do. I guarantee Pierce will do whatever you want."

Quincey agreed immediately.

As she nodded seriously while holding the phone to her ear, I pushed Selene aside and left without looking back.

They were beyond saving.

…

Two weeks later, I saw Pierce again in the company's conference room. Under the bright lighting, his scar was almost invisible.

To my surprise, Quincey had come with him.

She was wearing a Chanel suit with high heels, looking very much like a career woman. It seemed Bianca had come up with a plan for her.

I just wondered how Quincey had managed to scrape together the 300 thousand dollars for her tuition fees.