Be Your Lover Forever (Alicia)

"I know what to do. Let's do as I say for the time being!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wyatt directly hung up the phone. He was so annoyed that he couldn't help but fumble in his pocket, took out a cigarette, and lit it up.

It was unknown whether she was frightened or she was tired at night. When she opened her eyes the next day, Waverly felt very uncomfortable. She sat in the company for a long time and took time to go to the pharmacy at noon to buy two packs of cold medicine.

It was time to get off work, and Waverly almost cursed Wyatt.

Waverly wanted to go home earlier before dark. On the way home, she deliberately chose a gourmet stall, where she could bring some snacks and buy some ginger to cook.

The purchase went very smoothly. In less than ten minutes, Waverly came out with ginger and a pancake. When she looked up, she saw her beloved little white car kissing a black one, and a group of people were looking out.

"D*mn it!"

No way! Although she parked at the roadside, she was lucky enough to pick up a parking space that had just emerged! She could clearly make a parking space for her!

The cars were parked and not against the corners. How could they bump into each other?

She threw the pancake she had taken a bite directly into the trash can. Waverly rushed over in a rage. As expected, the outer layer of her car headlights had been smashed, and the car light was almost scrapped.

And the black car that was touching her was even more amazing. It was half-way in the middle of the road, as if it was directly bending over, and it was a very valuable black Bentley!noveldrama

Waverly rolled her eyes and shouted angrily,

"Whose car is it? Get out!"

D*mn it, did they know how to drive? How could they bump into her car with such

a curve? What kind of superb technology could make such a posture?

What was this collision?

She didn't understand. It was not a crossroad, nor an intersection. How could the car drive in such a fascinating way?

Waverly patted the electronic design of the black car coyly. She blushed with anger and said, "Where are you? Did you hit my car and pretend to be dead?"

Waverly was very angry. Among the crowd watching the scene, some kind- hearted people began to give her advice.

"Miss, just take it easy! That Bentley is worth hundreds of thousands. It's not your fault!"

"That's right! A rich man!"

"It doesn't look like it's a big deal. I think you don't need to worry about this small car. Calm down and just negotiate with someone and ask for some money!"

"Yes, yes! Such a good car owner will not run away! This is also your luck. Maybe it's a blessing in disguise!"

The crowd was in a tumult, looking as if she wanted to gain a great deal of advantage. They almost pissed Waverly off!

What did she mean by her little broken car? Although her Toyota was not expensive, it was worth more than 100,000 dollars! The point was that this was her beloved car, which had just been gotten for work. What did it have to do with nobility?

The most annoying thing was that she had just gone in for ten minutes to buy something, but now she was chasing around for the culprit. How could she not be annoyed?

At this moment, Waverly really wanted to hit him. What bad luck she had! The sooner she wanted to go home, the more she would meet this kind of thing!

Waverly puffed out her cheeks and was so angry that she did not speak for a long time.

Bentley, what happened to the Bentley?

With a belly full of fire, Waverly took out the key and directly scratched it twice on

the back of the Bentley. "How amazing it is to drive a Bentley!"

With his skills, he should ride a bicycle!

"You knocked into my car and blocked my way. I'll show you..."

While cursing, Waverly's hand increased it's strength.

After making a phone call, Quill saw this scene and rushed over with large strides. "Ah, show some mercy!"

Waverly was about to swear. Their eyes met and her eyes widened. After a long while, she said in astonishment,

"Why is it you again?"

Seeing her withdraw her hand, Quill let out a sigh of relief. His beloved car! In order to talk to her, he really sacrificed a lot!

Before he could make a sound, an angry voice came to him, "You jinx! My precious Whitie was smashed by you!"

Quill burst into laughter.

"Oh, so your car is called Whitie? Then should my car be called 'Blackie'?"

"I didn't expect her to be so interesting!"

Sweeping his eyes over the clear scratch on the car, Quill's lips could not help but rise a little.

"It's none of your business. Don't insult my Whitie. What should you do after you hit my car like this?"

Waverly was so angry that she felt like she was going crazy!

"It's just a small scratch, it doesn't look serious! There are two ways, either you fix it by yourself, or will

help you restore it to its original state, and I will return it to you!"

Quill was about to ask for her phone number when a small piece of paper and a

key was handed over.

She was so rude!

Was she asking him to fix the car and send it back?

Smiling, Quill received it and gave her a business card. He glanced at her car sign and the scratch on his own car.

"Your car is settled, then my Bentley-"

Before he finished his words, she grabbed her bag and turned around to leave as if it had nothing to do with her!

This woman...

Quill took a step forward and stopped her. Waverly pursed her lips and spoke first.

"Don't bother, I won't let you compensate me. How about this? Let's have a meal together! Maybe the car will be repaired after the meal!"

This time, before Waverly could react, Quill had pulled her aside.

Because of the car. Quill could find three or five normal reasons to harass her for two consecutive days. In addition to phone calls and text messages, he often dragged her out to meet.

On the other side, because Waverly was involved in this, Wyatt was also very

busy.

That day, there was a meeting, but

he was very agitated. He couldn't help getting more and more angry Just then, his cell phone turned on, and heremembered that he had arranged for people to report Waverly's movements every day. Unconsciously, he looked at the information that was sent over-