“No, I can't accept this. Caleb already paid me fifty thousand as compensation. Frankly, you look like you need this car more than I do. Why don't you keep it for yourself?” the middle-aged man suggested.
Then, he paused for a moment and seemed to hesitate before going on, “I ought to remind you that Caleb Simpson is someone we can't afford to trifle with! I suggest you avoid going out as much as possible in the coming days, just to be safe.”
Alex did not heed his words at all, as he did not feel the least bit threatened by the Simpson family.
With a light-hearted chuckle, he pushed the car keys into the man's hand.
Face lighting up with joy, the middle-aged man gazed at the Ferrari and could not bring himself to look away. It was common for men to be obsessed with cars, and he was no exception.
After thanking Alex profusely, he drove away in the Ferrari, so happy that he seemed to have forgotten all about the injury on his forehead.