Alaric gave them a cool glance, his expression blank.
Galen glared at him, baffled by how someone so ordinary could remain so composed.
How amusing.
"Hey man, can you fork over 300 grand?" Galen wasn't the type to make immediate threats—he preferred to ask first.
For ordinary people, that amount was astronomical.
Galen didn't think someone like Alaric could pay, but he asked anyway.
Politeness before violence.
"Sorry, but he ran the red light—he's fully at fault. Plus, we never actually collided," Alaric replied flatly.
Kael immediately exploded, waving a finger in his face. "You bastard, you think you can just weasel out of this?"
Alaric stared back impassively.
Galen's brow furrowed slightly as he glanced at the wrecked Harley. "Buddy, 300 grand's nothing—it's the price of a le
