Chapter 66 What Happen In The Past

• “What on earth!” I raked my fingers through my hair in frustration as I surveyed the chaos that had befallen my car in the employee parking lot.
• I quickly grabbed my phone and snapped a picture, sending it to the family group chat, declaring that whoever had done this was clearly asking for trouble.
• Bianca, who had followed me, stared in disbelief at the sight before her—my Maybach had been defaced by some fool.