A Vengeful Ex-Wife novel Chapter 132

Seeing James was about close in for a kiss, Maria resisted the impulse to close her eyes and kiss him back. She turned her head and said, "I'm Lawrence's girlfriend now. This is so not cool! Mr. Xi, please don't touch me again! I'm loyal to Lawrence!"

'Loyal to Lawrence? Screw her!' His hot breath moistened her face. Gritting his teeth, he said, "You don't love him. Stop playing these games! If you hurt him, I swear I'll—"

Maria suddenly laughed, cutting him off. "You don't want me to hurt him? So should I hurt you instead? But did you give me a chance? Are you willing to?" 'You son of bitch!' she thought to herself.

"I don't want you to hurt anyone! I won't let you!" he threatened.

He wouldn't let her get what she wanted. The woman wanted to hurt him? Keep dreaming.

Maria raised her hand and shook it in front of him. She asked again, "Do you think my hand is good looking enough?

You'd look good with my handprint on your face!"

James grasped her wrist and warned her fiercely, "Hit me again, I'll chop it off!"

"You touch me again, and I'll chop off your hard member!"

After saying that, the woman broke free from his grip, spun on her heel, and left, ignoring his livid face. Maria tidied her clothes and went back to the living room as if nothing had happened.

The two elders were still chatting in the living room. When they saw her coming out, they instinctively looked past her. James couldn't be far behind.

James followed her out, and he didn't look happy at all.

Seeing that, Augustine shook his head helplessly. Although he didn't know anything about the discussion those two had, he could tell it didn't go well.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening. Maria bid the elders farewell.

Augustine stared at his grandson. James had been reticent since he fought with Maria. The old man said, "Goodbye Maria. Goodbye, James." He stressed that final goodbye. It was a sign he wanted James to leave as well. He was still angry at James. And why not? He failed to protect his own son!

James quietly stood up from the sofa, put on his shoes, and followed Maria out of the villa.

There were two cars in the parking garage, a white BMW and a black limited edition Bentley Mulsanne.

Maria had come to the villa first. When she drove in, there were no other cars around, so she just parked it wherever.

The driver of the Bentley Mulsanne was careful and precise. He managed to squeeze in beside her BMW.

The two elders watched them get in their cars and bade them farewell before returning to the villa.

Maria got in the BMW and started the engine.

James' car was too close to hers. If she wanted to drive off, she had to do so carefully. She wasn't that good a driver, and it was difficult for her to park the car in the garage.

The Bentley Mulsanne didn't move at all, so Maria had to move her car forward first and then throw it in reverse to avoid clipping his car. She moved forward, right, backward... Bang!

Maria miscalculated the angle and she smacked right into the Bentley.

Thanks to the dim light, Maria couldn't see James' expression. She could imagine it, though. His car was much more expensive than hers.

He didn't get out of the car and neither did she.

She kept moving the car. Two minutes later, she was still trying to leave the parking space.

The tragedy happened again. Maria mistook the accelerator for the brake. Her car hit the Bentley Mulsanne again.

Maria was getting more and more flustered. This was annoying.

Finally, she unfastened her seat belt, emerged from the BMW, and knocked on the window of the Bentley.

The man in the car was smoking. Seeing her impatient expression, he sneered, "Are you through destroying my car yet?"

"You're the better driver. Can't you leave first?" Maria asked. She wondered why he had to wait for her to drive away first. Was he doing that on purpose?

James exhaled a cloud of smoke and looked in the rearview mirror. "I want to leave, but you are in the way."

Maria looked and found he was telling the truth. She spent so much time but she didn't reverse the car at all. All that time trying to reorient the car, and all she succeeded in doing was blocking his way out.