The hard impact sent Julie's head smashing into the steering wheel, her forehead hit the horn hard, causing a piercing sound.
Ignoring the wound on her forehead, Julie quickly lifted her head. This was Adeline's Ferrari!
Julie unbuckled her seat belt, opened the car door, and hastily checked the damage to both vehicles.
She couldn’t believe that the car she had hit was a black Rolls Royce Phantom Pinnacle Travel Collector's Edition.
Talk about bad luck!
Julie's heart dropped like a stone.
She took a deep breath. The car in front had already rolled down the window; now she could only rely on her sincerity to win sympathy.
With that thought, a bitter smile squeezed onto Julie's face as she approached cautiously and went around to the driver's side.
However, when she saw that the driver was Karl, Julie fell apart.
Her first instinct was to run.
However, Karl had already recognized her and politely called out. "Ms. Abraham?"
If Karl was in the car, then who was in the back seat? She didn't even need to guess.
This wasn't the route Kieran would take home. The reason she had chosen to rent a house here was to avoid bumping into him, since even seeing his car reminded her of their past that she desperately wanted to forget.
But even if it was out of the way, today, she inevitably bumped into him, or rather, his car.
Seeing Julie standing blankly outside the window, Karl kindly reminded her. "I'll call the insurance company."
Julie stood there dumbfounded, only when Karl dialed the number did she suddenly remember. "This car isn't mine..."
"Using someone else's car to hit me, Joyce, you've really done it this time." Kieran took the opportunity while Julie and Karl were talking and opened the car door.
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