Chapter 146: Chapter 146

Chapter 147 The Fierce Beauty

Outside the ward, Dana Roosevelt was talking to Walker Herbert. Hussey on the other hand didn't participate.

Hussey walked out of the hospital alone, and Marico went to work again.

Dana was of the same age as Hussey. Although she may appear petite, she immediately learned to drive that year.

She usually drives by herself when she travels.

Her red Ferrari supercar was advertised everywhere and people knew who she was.

In the rearview mirror, Hussey didn't know what was wrong and was a little bit lost when driving that day.

Not long after driving, Dana called, "Hey, Hussey! Where are you going?"

Hussey responded, "Oh, I saw that you spent a good time with the professor. So I'm leaving!"

The kind tone of the friend gave Dana a warm heart. She asked, "Why did you leave so early? I think I still have an appointment with you."

"What appointment?" Hussey asked and drove the car disapprovingly. Then she said, "Your men are like that. So you can stay with them."

"Well then, please drive safe." Dana reminded Hussey.

After nodding, Hussey hung up the phone.

She was holding the steering wheel with one hand and was sliding the phone screen with her fingers.

Her car speed was maintained. But after a few seconds in a trance, she suddenly felt a loud noise as if it hit her car. It wasn't a big impact but she felt it from inside the car.

Her seat belt tightened in an instant, and she was as if pinned to her car seat.

Hussey hurriedly stepped on the brake and gasped for breath.

Her gold Cartier bracelet reflected light in the autumn sun and reflected on the black steering wheel.

It was a black coupe, which hit hard from behind.

Hussey was then annoyed when she realized that another car hit hers.

She was wearing twelve-centimeter crystal high heels when she stepped out of the car.

The flying wing door of the black Aston behind slowly turned up. The person who walked out of it was in his twenties, dressed in a black Hermes, and his hair was dyed white. The typical rich second generation comes standard.

The man approached Hussey and spoke, "Sorry, I have just returned from vacation and I am not very comfortable with the road conditions here." He explained.

Then he offered, "Let's deal with this matter immediately. What do you want me to do so we can settle this as soon as possible?" The man in black smiled very brightly.

Hussey didn't answer him, and her slender legs leaned against the back of the car, with her arms around her. She exuded a domineering attitude.

She glanced sideways at her car, raised her head halfway and her delicate face showed an undeniable coldness.

"Not used?"

"This is a highway and not an urban-rural junction. Are you so easy to hit?"

Hersey was never a bun character.

Her Ferrari was a birthday present from her father, and that was her favorite car.

He bumped her car and she couldn't bear the thought of it.

However, the man's Aston in front of her was no cheaper than her Ferrari, but she didn't mean to let it go just like that.

"Hey lady, what do you really want? I told you, I just came back from abroad. The road conditions here are so different from there. Not to mention that the upper city is so congested. Anyway, you seem to be fine. I don't think I've caused any serious trouble."

When Hussey heard his words, she wanted to explode and hit him for being so arrogant and mean.

She was hit by a car but then, this guy in front of her seemed unmoved and as if he didn't care at all. Like nothing serious happened.

Hussey immediately kicked him up and exclaimed, "What do I really want? Is that the best question you could ever ask a woman?"

"Hey!" Hussey exclaimed.

The two people confronted each other in the middle of the road, which inevitably affected the road conditions of the vehicles behind.

Everyone urged them impatiently and they were talking to them loudly.

It didn't take long for the traffic police to come over.

At the Police Station, Hussey approached the policeman who took the initiative.

For troubles like their situation, no one likes to do things and nobody likes to make trouble.

It's just that Hussey was trying to insist that it wasn't her fault and that the guy should be held responsible for it. And that she was not the one who was careless.

The traffic accident involved two luxury cars colliding, and it stirred a lot of hearsays amongst people who were there.

From the value of the car, it can be judged that both of them were not easy to mess with, and no one in the Police Station dares to neglect what happened.

"I told you, this person hit me deliberately. If you don't believe me, you can go to the surveillance recording and see for yourself what really happened." Hussey exclaimed.

"If I were not careful, I wouldn't be so pretentious. But I really can't bear hitting someone deliberately. But this time it's not serious. What should I do if I accidentally hit somebody next time? I'm just curious." The man said.

"Forget it, you need to coordinate first. If you don't coordinate well, I will call my family. I'm warning you, I might have a heart attack if we go on and on like this. You can't afford to scare me out of anything!" Hussey said.

After speaking, Hussey slapped a hospital certificate on the table fiercely.

Last time, the doctor said that her heart was not very good, but it was nothing serious to be worried about.

But truth be told, Hussey actually avoided the physical examination. She then asked the hospital to just issue her a heart disease certificate instead.

Hussey was sitting in the chair and she looked beautiful and smart.

Her red lips were closed together, and all the elders at the Police Station were stunned.

Several police officers could only nod frequently, and would just repeat their plain answers.

On the other hand, while Hussey was furious, the man was not idle either.

The man was heard talking to somebody over the phone.

"Brother, I had an accident. I just came back from my vacation and I happen to accidentally hit this woman's car." He said initially.

"Hey, it's okay, but I accidentally crashed into a car, so I must be reported to the Police Station." He informed him.

"Hey, my parents are all traveling abroad. Progress City is the best for you right now. You can't just leave me alone?" He added.

Of course, Hussey also heard him scolding the person in the other line and they have a different accent.

Hussey was still furious. And she couldn't accept his attitude for not apologizing for crashing her car.

She just played with her mobile phone absently and ignored him.

However, what she didn't expect was that the person on the other end of the phone was looking for James Byron.

Summer was long and sunny, so Young Master James was in a good mood that day. He was lying on a lounger next to a private swimming pool in a clubhouse while tanning himself and he was drinking his juice.

There were at least a dozen beautiful ladies in bikinis at the swimming pool, each body was hotter than the other, and their faces looked more pleasant than those net celebrities.

He himself didn't pay much attention to what happened.

"A girl can't figure it out. After going abroad for so many years and still so persuaded, what are you doing when you come back? Get a grip man!" James said.

Hearing what James Byron said, the rich second generation was immediately anxious.

"Hey, how could you say that? Come on, help me out. I've never seen this girl before and she wouldn't let me get away with it." The man uttered over the phone.

"I'm telling you, that little girl is very sturdy, just a shrew! Hey, driving a red Ferrari, that calf is tilted, and you don't need any money. Just give her some howling at the Police Station!" James didn't take the situation seriously.

When Hussey overheard their conversation and realized how the other person belittled her, Hussey became angry instantly.

She couldn't wait to blow him up with a fire in her eyes. That look was no different from the laser eyes in the X-Men.

However, the vivid description of the rich second generation finally aroused the interest of James Byron.

James Byron's sexy peachy eyes narrowed.

He sat up from the recliner, and his book that he randomly picked up and placed on his body fell into the swimming pool when he moved.

His posture looks very lazy, but his voice was slightly frivolous. Then he asked, "Does she look good?"

The rich second-generation man asked, "Come again? What do you mean?"

"I'll come and pick you up if you tell me that she looks good." James Byron explained.

The rich second generation was stunned for a few seconds.

Then he reacted, "James Byron! You are unreliable! After so many years, you still have a stinking problem!"

Hussey, who was sitting on the sidelines and hanging up high, was originally playing with her mobile phone.

Hearing the name mentioned, she suddenly stopped playing with her mobile phone. She couldn't believe nor figure out immediately if what the other guy mentioned was really the same person who she thought of.

Twenty minutes later, the peaceful and not so crowded Police Station suddenly had a large number of people who appeared at the door.

First, there was a roar of the engine, and a black Bugatti stopped at the door of the Police Station, directly attracting the crowd.

A bunch of people giggled, all passers-by were looking at James Byron's car.

A man in a white shirt and beach pants walked forward, nearly 1.9 meters tall, with sunglasses on his high nose. An Oriental gentleman combined with Western unruly, that coquettish vigor, the whole upper town could not find a second person.

The most exaggerated part of his arrival was that behind him, he was followed by two or three assistants and bodyguards and three or four net celebrities who insisted on coming over. The scene was so extravagant as if they were filming a TV series.

"Brother." The rich second generation looked at James Byron and quickly walked over.

Hussey now really felt that she had lifted a rock and hit herself in the foot.

With her hands on her forehead, she would collapse at any time.

"What's with all these people?" The man asked.

James Byron didn't even look at him but strode towards Hussey's direction.

She was sitting there, her back and legs were slender. Her hair was as long up until her waist, and she looked like a big beauty from a distance.

James Byron obviously liked what he saw.

Then, James's sunglasses were taken off, which revealed facial features that were more exquisite than women's.

His peach blossom eyes seemed to be constantly exploring Hussey, but Hussey evaded subconsciously.

"Hey Miss, my friend is already here. What do you want to tell him?"

It was estimated that the rich second generation also has the confidence to have friends.

But what made him strange was that the woman who was still flaring her teeth and claws just a while ago was now like a cat that has seen a tiger, and she didn't say anything.

"I believe it's much better if you tell him everything that you've told me earlier. We really need to enlighten him about the situation. You can tell him everything."

The rich second generation probably saw that she suddenly became silent and her attitude even became stiff.

James Byron also seemed to find it strange.

He wondered what happened to her. Over the phone, she was described differently. As if she was asking for great war. But now, she was just too quiet.

James Byron seemed to notice a familiar figure.

"Miss, is there anything wrong with you?"

James Byron's voice came out, and Hussey seemed to finally be mentally prepared and face him.

With a squeezed fist, she turned around and stood up.

Her chin was raised high, the whole person was extremely arrogant.

"How can I be okay? My car was hit and I was scared to death. Your good friend said that I was too unreasonable. Now he wants you to use your power to suppress me. How wonderful!" Hussey exclaimed.

With that simple statement, she felt as if she expressed so much emotion.

She did not expect that after the breakup, they would meet in such a scene.

It was a little bit embarrassing and a little bit bloody.

James Byron looked at her bright but angry face, and her eyes had no longer undisguised enthusiasm for him.

Everything just reflected anger, indifference, and even a very slight contempt, which surprised him and made him feel lost.

After a few seconds, he came back to his senses and patted that rich second-generation friend on the shoulder.

"Well, you are right. She is indeed a fierce beauty." James Byron said.