Hearing this, Merritt's lips curled into a strange smile. His guess was right: the anger from the man in the suit was just an act. The real fury came from the beautiful woman. There was definitely some unknown entanglement between them, maybe even... Merritt suspected that the rear-end collision was intentional.
"Mr. Evan, you really didn't recognize me?" Yasmine's pretty face turned cold, her eyes flashing with anger.
"Of course not..."
The man in the suit stared at the damaged rear of his car, frowning. "Look... Yasmine, even though we're friends, I just bought this car..."
His attitude was clear: they might be acquaintances, but their relationship wasn't close enough to overlook the damage. She would have to pay for the repairs.
Yasmine's eyes burned with even more anger as she looked at his disgusting, chubby face. She said coldly, "If I remember correctly, it was you who slammed on the brakes, right? According to traffic rules..."
Suddenly!
Merritt noticed a wisp of purple smoke, representing anger, drifting from Yasmine and merging into the Heavenly Pearl. Immediately, a strange power spread through his body, slightly enhancing his vitality.
So, it seemed...
A person could provide more than one burst of emotion. As their emotions intensified, they could continuously supply more.
If everything was as he imagined, collecting primal emotion seeds would be incredibly easy—almost ridiculously so!
"I slammed on the brakes?"
While Merritt pondered this in the crowd, the man in the suit's face darkened. "Yasmine, you can't just make things up. Who saw me slam on the brakes? If you want, we can call the police and have them check the surveillance footage!"
"Check the surveillance cameras?"
This area was near an old village in the city, and there were no traffic cameras installed, so the truth couldn't have been recorded.
"There are no cameras here, and you know that very well," Yasmine said coldly.
"No cameras, huh?"
Evan had anticipated her response and replied righteously, "That's fine! The eyes of the people are sharp. There must be witnesses, right? Let's have the bystanders tell us what happened. That would be fair for both of us, wouldn't it?"
"It was clearly that JAC that sped up and rear-ended!"
"Yeah, I saw it too!"
"Driving a cheap local car and hitting a luxury car? She's going to lose everything!"
"Does she think being pretty means she can crash into people?"
"Women drivers are the worst."
Among the crowd, five or six men and women spoke up immediately, some with indignation, some with schadenfreude, and some with a sense of justice. All of them were pointing fingers in the same direction.
Yasmine's face changed dramatic showing an expression of disbelief. She knew exactly what had happened, and it wasn't like what these people were saying.
But why were they...
Something was fishy!
"Evan!"
She was so furious that her face turned pale, and her teeth clenched tightly. "I know this is your setup. These people are all your plants. You knew there were no cameras here, so you slammed on the brakes on purpose to cause the collision, and then had your people lie about it—you're despicable!"
"Yasmine, what are you talking about? We're friends. Why would I frame you? If anything, you're the one trying to frame me, aren't you?"
"You..."
"Alright, alright," Evan waved his hand generously and said, "Whether it's a false accusation or not, it's not up to us to decide. Since there are witnesses, let's let the police handle it."
Yasmine knew very well that since this was a trap set against her, the other side must have made thorough preparations. The police's final judgment would likely be unfavorable to her.
"What do you want?" she asked coldly.
"What do I want? Even though we were friends, this is a separate matter. Let the police determine who's responsible, and whatever compensation is needed, so be it."
After saying this, Evan suddenly changed his tone, as if he had justremembered something. "Oh, Yasmine, you're starting your own business now, right? With the damage to my car, it might cost tens of thousands. Are you sure you can afford it? Actually... you know, your salary with me wasn't low. There's no need for a girl like you to work so hard and start your own business. How about this: why don't you come back to work for me? I've never treated you like an employee, more like a friend. If a friend crashes a car, it's no big deal."