The man's heart sank as he stared at the massive dent marring the Mercedes' hood.
Because this convertible wasn't even his—just a rental!
He'd dragged his girlfriend here by tagging along on a friend's invitation, hoping to freeload at the banquet and maybe schmooze with some elites. Scoring connections would've been a bonus.
That ten grand he'd flashed represented months' worth of paychecks. He'd emptied his savings just to flex today.
After the event, he could've cruised around in this Mercedes to impress his buddies.
But before he could even start showing off, some brute stomped a crater into the car. How much would this f*****g cost him at return?
His blood boiled silently, but facing Tobias, he swallowed his rage. Someone who could dent sheet metal with a stomp might turn that f
