The officer's head hurt the moment he saw the bunch of young hooligans. In fact, he understood that repairing Jessica's car would require hundreds of thousands of dollars, considering how expensive the car was.
By the look of the scene, the young driver should be the one who overtook and changed lanes, causing the accident.
Settling that accident would not be an easy job. After all, the other party had gathered so many people, and there had been too much trending news on luxurious cars involved in car accidents.
The officer was hesitant about taking the female Bentley driver to the side to talk to her. However, she did not seem like an ordinary person based on her dressing.
"If that's the case, does that mean we have to evaluate car accidents based on the prices of the car these days?"
All of a sudden, a sturdy figure walked toward Jessica with a brown umbrella and spoke coldly.
As Forrest had come out in a hurry, he was wearing a pair of casual black pants and a T -shirt. However, with his 1.9-meter figure and cold aura, his presence instantly made everyone feel intimidated.
Jessica turned around and threw a glance at him in surprise. She did not expect him to arrive so soon.
Instead of looking at her, Forrest fixed his icy gaze on the few young hooligans before him. "Although your insurance isn't all-inclusive and your car is damaged, these are not reasons for you to shift the blame. You can easily tell from the rear of the car that the driver's overtaking caused this incident. If my wife hadn't driven a Bentley today, the driver would've gotten hit in the head from the impact of the collision."
The young driver had called a lot of friends over to support him. However, now that he saw the tall, sturdy, and cold as ice Forrest, he suddenly felt weak.
"A-Anyway, my car has been damaged. If you don't compensate me, I won’t leave today." The young driver directly sat on the floor shamelessly.
Seeing that, his friends also sat in the rain.
Forrest did not even look at them. He turned around, took the dashcam from the car, and handed it to the officer. "Look. If the traffic rules states that it was our fault, we'll compensate, but it wasn’t. We don't like to be pushed around.'
After watching the dashcam footage, the officer turned around and said to the driver of Santana, "It shows here that her speed was 35, but it was because you sped up and overtook her that your car got hit. Look at the scene. Half of your car is still in the middle lane. This incident was your own fault."
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