"You are just a security guard, what kind of car can you possibly drive?"
The middle-aged woman sneered with clear contempt in her eyes. "My son just scratched your car, and you're making such a fuss? You even stoop so low to raise your hand against a child over this? You're too petty."
She jabbed her finger at Alex, her eyes full of ridicule.
In her mind, a lowly security guard couldn't own anything expensive.
Even if his car was scratched, the most he could demand was a couple of hundred dollars. Who couldn't afford that?
"Unbelievably shameless, I have not seen anyone as brazen as her," someone in the crowd couldn't help but say. "It's her son who caused the trouble at first, and yet she dared to blame others? Arrogant to the core!"
"Exactly, And she still has the nerve to act so high and mighty."
"I bet she is still thinking that she is going to be get away with it, but how laughable is that she can't even judge how expensive the car might be."
