Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 1751

Before Raeleigh could walk far, a loud bang ensued at the gates, causing her to pause for a moment. By the time she went back to the front door, an accident had already transpired at the gates.

Seeing the servants making a mad dash there, Raeleigh knew something horrible must've happened.

She couldn't turn a blind eye now. The car crash was nasty, and people were injured.

Since Jared crashed his car into Crevor's, he was fine, but the car was a scrap now.

Raeleigh stood inside the manor impotently, but she did not blow her fuse.

What happened had happened; it would be useless even if she killed Jared, let alone blame or yell at him.

But-

Jared had let his head get the best of him.

Coming out of the manor, Raeleigh peered at Crevor, who stood rooted to the spot. She nodded at him. "I'm sorry. How do you want to settle this?"

Jared emerged from his car with a bleeding leg.

Raeleigh locked her brows into a deep furrow as she looked over at him before turning to Bernardo. "Call Xanthus and ask him to come home. Help Mr. Robertson inside. Make it fast."

Jared said, "I'm okay. Don't bother about me."

Raeleigh's countenance was a picture of frostiness. "Who calls the shots around here, me or you?"

Jared did not reply, neither did he move.

Bernardo dared not come forward. Raeleigh did not intend to force Jared into anything either. Consequently, she glanced at Crevor.

Crevor was hot under the collar, but he did not explode at Raeleigh.

"I didn't expect your subordinate to be so reckless. My chauffeur is injured."

Raeleigh turned around, her eyes straying to the chauffeur. Indeed, he had gone unconscious.

"Let's send your chauffeur to the hospital first. All the compensation will be on me; I'll try my best to ensure he gets the proper treatment."

As she spoke, Raeleigh had already called the ambulance, and it took them no time to rush to the scene.

Keeping her phone away, Raeleigh asked, "Mr.

Doyle, would you like to come in for a drink?"

"No, I'm concerned about my chauffeur. I'll wait."

Crevor furrowed his brow deeply, glaring daggers at Jared as his expression darkened.

"Then I'll come over later."

With that, Raeleigh went to Jared. "Go in with Bernardo; I'll treat your leg in a bit."

Jared gave Crevor a contemptuous look while still refusing to do as Raeleigh said. Raeleigh had no option but to threaten him, "Do you want me to call Jepherson and get him to give the order?"

Only then did Jared walk away, going into his residency.

Raeleigh did not go and check on Jared as she had said but approached Crevor instead. "Mr. Doyle, since you aren't willing to head inside, I will stay here and accompany you."

"It's too cold out here. You have a frail body, to begin with. Just go in. You can rest assured I will drop this matter. My chauffeur has been working for me for many years. I will tell his family about it; I won't put you in a tough position. Since he's your subordinate, I won't make things difficult for you no matter what his purpose was."

Crevor's words took Raeleigh aback. She didn't expect him to be so reasonable.

Raeleigh hesitated momentarily. "I'd prefer that as well; that's why I've never thought of letting Jared take accountability for this incident. Anyway, I really appreciate your decision."

Raeleigh was only speaking her mind, but it rendered Crevor shocked. Staring at Raeleigh, he asked, "Do you hate me?"

Raeleigh prevaricated his question by looking at the unconscious chauffeur. "It isn't important to me; what I'm worried about now is Jared."

"No matter your reason for showing up, you were at fault for standing in Jared's way. You've come to my house to challenge me, and Jared crashed his car into yours impulsively. But I don't see this as a major problem."

"This is who I am. I let my subordinates do as they please."

"I'll assume the trouble they've caused. Despite my frailty, I'm still conscientious, and I believe I'm not brainless."

"It's best if you don't make a big deal out of it. If not, I'll do whatever it takes to make sure Jared walks away unscathed."

"I admire girls like you, Raeleigh. This is my first time seeing someone composed to this extent." Crevor said, and Raeleigh cracked a smile and answered, "But, I don't like you appearing in my world. Regardless of your goals, I don't like anyone from the Doyle family."

"I am a Doyle, but that doesn't mean I act the same as my family."

Raeleigh scrutinized Crevor and replied, "It's true that I shouldn't judge a book by its cover, but I can't tell the soul that's hidden beneath this exterior."

"Whether you believe it or not, I'm sincere. With regard to the chauffeur, I'll explain it to him. I've never been one to hold a grudge against you, Raeleigh. I like you; that's all."

Raeleigh fell silent at that.

Just then, the ambulance had arrived, but along with it came the police as well. At that, Raeleigh looked over at Crevor, who said right away, "I didn't call the police."

Raeleigh then turned her gaze over to her servants. "It wasn't us either."

"You can check my phone." Crevor handed his phone to her, but Raeleigh didn't spare it a single glance. It didn't matter whether she checked it or not; it had nothing to do with her.

Turning to her servants, Raeleigh instructed, "If the police ask, just say Jared has fled the scene, and I'm the owner of the house and the car, do you understand?"

The servants all nodded. Crevor reminded her, "The police will take you away."

I'll be fine."

Raeleigh wasn't concerned at all."

"Bernardo."

"Yes, Miss Raeleigh."

"Is there any news from my brother?"

"I called him, but he didn't pick up..."

Bernardo was growing worried as well. He wondered what Mr. Xanthus was doing at such a crucial moment that he hadn't returned?

He wouldn't answer the phone either. Oh, how on edge Bernardo was.

Raeleigh ruminated momentarily. "Use any means to contact Xanthus. Tell him not to worry, and I'll be fine. Just bail me out." Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

With that, Raeleigh called her lawyer. "I'm in big trouble; I've hit a car. Please come right away."

"Raeleigh..."

Surprised that Raeleigh would make such an approach, Crevor tried to stop her immediately, but she only looked at him motionlessly as she was hurt too deeply. Even if he was sincere, she would not trust him. In addition, his sincerity itself was open to question.

Raeleigh turned to Bernardo and ordered, "Lock Jared inside and get someone to treat his wound. Once the police are here, tell them I was the one driving the car. Do you understand?" "Yes, Miss Raeleigh."

Bernardo was seething with hatred; Jared was the epitome of a troublemaker.

With that, Raeleigh turned back to Crevor. "Please excuse me."

Raeleigh went to his car before the police arrived and reached for the dashcam. Chucking it toward the manor, she instructed, "Deal with it."

Turning around, she made her way to Jared's car and did the same.

Bernardo immediately rushed to pick up the two dashcams, sprinting away.

A trustworthy servant had come into his sight. "Go, smash them. Make sure they're unsalvageable."

With that, Bernardo rushed back to the scene, wiping the sweat off him, as he watched Raeleigh sitting in Jared's car, staring into space before she wiped the steering wheel with her shirt while holding it in place with the other hand.