Chapter 2 The Fight Begins
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Sara stayed put for a moment. When she tripped earlier, she accidentally twisted her leg, and now it was cramping, making it impossible to move.
She had been pampered her entire life, treated like a princess by her family. Being accused of being a gold digger without doing anything naturally sparked her temper.
With a soft chuckle, Sara pulled out her phone and casually sat in the car, scrolling through videos.
“Sorry, I’m tired. I need to take a break,” she said nonchalantly.
The surrounding staff were dumbfounded.
She really had the audacity to sit on Mr. Hoover’s car!
Panicking, one of them quickly dialed the Hoovers’ butler. “Mr. Smith, there’s a crazy woman here sitting on Mr. Hoover’s car, and she refuses to get off. Please inform Mr. Hoover immediately!”
The staff were on pins and needles, terrified that Sara might accidentally scratch the car. “Do you have any idea how much this car is worth? You couldn’t afford it even if we sold everything you own!”
Seeing Sara unfazed, the man grew desperate. After glancing around nervously, he somehow produced a metal rod and brandished it menacingly. “Get off, or don’t blame me for what happens next!”
Sara rolled her eyes, recognizing an empty threat when she saw one. She remained calm, not moving an inch.
The man grew increasingly frantic, his hands shaking with nerves. The thought of the car being damaged and a lifetime of wages not being enough to cover the cost made his panic worse. In his agitation, his grip slipped, and the metal rod flew out of his hand.
It all happened in an instant. The rod hurtled straight toward Sara. Frowning, she pushed off the car with one hand, twisting her body to avoid it, and landed gracefully on her feet.
The rod, missing its mark, flew straight towards the window!
By the time the staff realized what was happening, it was too late.
The sound of shattering glass echoed through the garage, and the staff watched in despair as the car window lay in pieces on the ground, trembling as they collapsed.
Sara clicked her tongue and gave a mock sigh of regret. “What a shame. The car is worth billions, and the windshield shatters that easily.”
“The window... shattered?”
“It's crazy! Mr. Hoover is going to hit the roof!”
The staff members were now utterly hopeless.
Meanwhile, Frank Hoover had noticed Sara’s absence within moments.
Concerned that his grandfather might worry if she wandered far, he quickly checked the villa’s surveillance cameras and spotted her in the garage.
He rushed over, only to be greeted by the scene of his shattered windshield.
When Sara saw him approaching, an idea sparked in her mind. This was the perfect chance to make Frank hate her!
Seizing the moment, she picked up the metal rod and waved at him nonchalantly with her free hand.
“Hello.”
Frank's brow furrowed.
He didn’t believe for a second that Sara would intentionally smash a car. And sure enough, her inner voice confirmed his doubts.
'If Frank thinks I smashed his precious car, he'll definitely hate me, right?'
Frank let out a subtle sigh of relief, though his confusion deepened.
He was the most powerful and influential figure in Astoria, a man whose very name commanded respect and fear.
Gaining his favor was like obtaining a golden key to limitless opportunities. If Sara Gunn ever chose to align herself with him, she could move through Astoria with absolute ease, facing no obstacles and living as freely and boldly as she desired.
Yet ever since meeting Sara, her only focus seemed to be finding ways to avoid him.
Why was she so determined to keep her distance?
Sara, meanwhile, was practically glowing with excitement. She could barely suppress her grin.
'Yes, hate me! I’ll have a husband who can’t stand the sight of me, in-laws who pamper me endlessly, and a sweet allowance of a million every month just for keeping Charles happy. I can’t stop smiling'
A million a month? That was her endgame.
Realizing Sara's motive, Frank was left utterly speechless.
Did Sara not know how to do basic math? If she had just played along, he could’ve handed her a million in a single day, or even an hour.
Of course, it was purely hypothetical. Frank had no intention of falling for someone who seemed borderline unhinged.
Seeing Frank standing there motionless, Sara couldn't resist testing the waters. “Mr. Hoover, I noticed a fly in your car earlier, so I tried to swat it. Unfortunately, I accidentally broke the windshield. You’re a generous ma. You won’t hold this against me, will you?”
Frank deliberately stayed silent. He wanted to see how she'd react to being ignored.
Sara didn't disappoint him, her inner voice immediately piped up.
“Why isn’t he reacting? Shouldn’t he be furious by now? Isn’t this the part where he loses his temper and yells at me, and I go running to Charles for sympathy? Then Charles will scold him for me, and Frank is going to hate me even more. What a perfect plan!”
Hearing her plan, Frank suddenly smiled. If Sara wanted him to hate her so badly, he wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction.
Calmly, he took the metal rod from her hand, placed it on the car, and said with a faint smile, “Go ahead. Smash it more if it makes you happy.”
The staff stood frozen, their expressions a mix of confusion and disbelief.
What kind of show did they stage?
Sara was at a loss, unable to decipher Frank's game. She picked up the rod, tentatively raising her hand.
Standing in front of a random sports car, she pretended to swing the rod, "Should I really smash it?"
He nodded, his expression unreadable.
Sara asked again, "Really smash it?"
Frank nodded again in response, his expression calm. Watching Sara’s face twist in confusion, he had to fight back a chuckle.
For the monthly allowance, she’d go out of her way to sweet-talk Charles without hesitation. That’s precisely why he doubted she’d actually have the nerve to smash a car worth tens of millions.
“What is wrong with this guy? Is he some reincarnated saint or something? If he doesn’t get angry soon, I’m going to lose it. Forget smashing the car! I’ll bite him and see if he still doesn’t react!”
Hearing her thoughts, Frank subtly moved his arm behind his back. He had no interest in getting bitten by this unpredictable woman.
Still, he couldn’t help but find her antics amusing. If she wanted to play games, he’d indulge her for a while.
He stepped aside and pulled out his phone, dialing a number.
'What's he whispering behind my back? Is he ratting me out to my dad?' Sara wondered, but quickly dismissed the thought.
'No way! My dad never met him. How could he possibly have his number? He shouldn't know about my allowance. Why would he even think of contacting my dad? My acting is perfect, there’s no chance he figures it out!'
Frank barely held back a chuckle.
Sara’s smug inner monologue was abruptly cut off by the sound of her phone ringing.
It was her father, Henry Gunn.
The moment she answered, his angry voice exploded through the receiver. “Sara Gunn! Have you completely forgotten our deal? Mr. Hoover just called and told me you broke his car!”
Sara froze, stunned. He really had snitched on her!
Her father’s rants were endless, but one line stood out above the rest.
“Your allowance for this month has been canceled! If I hear about you causing trouble at the Hoovers again, consider your entire living expenses revoked!"
'Canceled? Was my allowance canceled?'
Sara felt like the sky was falling. This was worse than death!
'Damn Frank Hoover!'
Glaring at Frank’s retreating back, her eyes burned with fury.
'Frank Hoover, from now on, we’re sworn enemies!'
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