Chapter 1849

"You're the property manager, right? Who hit my car?" Perseus asked. "Yes, that's me," the property manager replied with a nod. Sneering, Zoran piped up, "You're an ex-convict who ruined a company! You're trying to tell me you can still afford to drive a Range Rover?" He assumed Perseus was just trying to pretend to be better off than he was. While they were eating just now, Perseus said he drove a run-down van. Despite being one, a Range Rover wasn't just any old van. One could easily buy a secondhand van for a few grand! Ignoring Zoran, Perseus looked at the property manager and repeated, "Who hit my car?" Pulling his phone out, he continued, "If no one owns up to it, I'll call the police and let them handle things from here." Obviously, Perseus instantly figured out who hit his car. The other vehicle was a Passat with an out-of-town license plate. Who else was from out of town here? However, he had no inclination to deal with Harris and Zoran. He didn't care that they mocked