He put her in the back seat of his Audi Q7, pulled out a towel from the storage box in front, and handed it to her: "Wipe the water off your head and body first, and wait a few minutes for me, I'll be right over."
Gale Summer nodded, but Ricky Lewis closed the car door for her very gentlemanly, turned around, and walked towards the oddly shaped group of four.
"Bang" Ricky Lewis punched the boss, grabbed his neck right away, his ice-cold pupils filled with suppressed fury.
"Call the police or settle it privately?" Ricky Lewis's voice was dead-cold, without a hint of warmth.
"Settle it privately, settle it privately," the boss struggled to breathe with his neck held, his face flushed and veins bulging as he looked at this cold and handsome man, gasping for breath and said: "USD 500,000 is not necessary, but that car does indeed need repairs, USD 50,000 will be enough, or even thirty thousand would do!"
