"Are you kidding me? This is a sports car worth 30 million dollars. Even painting it costs tens of thousands of dollars! Who are you trying to fool by giving me 200 dollars?"
Looking at the dent that was caused by Lucille's kick, Timothy's heart ached so much that it bled.
Lucille smiled. "You've been driving this car for some time, haven't you? Hasn't anyone else said the same thing as me?"
Timothy was stunned.
Yes.
Not to mention, it wasn't just one person.
Back then, he had just been released from the detention center. He had gotten the car the day after he returned to the Jules family. He was so excited that he drove out to pick up girls. As a result, a bunch of rich kids laughed at him for driving such a trashy car.