Back to the Past: Breaking the Love Spell

Chapter 476



Chapter 476

After Carlisle picked up Daniel and Shane from Riverland University, he instructed Francis

to drive them to the Windex Building. Carlisle intended to arrange job positions for Daniel and Shane to train them.

"Carl, did you sneak off to the hair salon yesterday?" Daniel suddenly asked, noticing Carlisle looking tired as if he had been up all night.

"Oh, busted," Carlisle replied nonchalantly.

Daniel smirked.

"Some friend you are. I know I'm not qualified to shine your shoes, but you could have invited me at least."

Nudging closer to Carlisle, Daniel inquired, "So, how was it? Was she a virgin?"

Suddenly, Francis slammed on the brakes, causing Daniel, who hadn't fastened his seatbelt, to slam against the seat in front of him.

Carlisle and Shane were restrained by their seatbelts, struggling to catch their breath.

"Where did you learn to drive, Francis?" Daniel asked, covering his nose as he sat up.NôvelDrama.Org content.

"Looks like someone's staging a crash," Francis remarked, unfastening his seatbelt and stepping out of the car.

In front of them was a teenage girl, visibly shocked. Her hair was dry and tangled, and her clothes were patched.

"Are you out of your mind?" Francis asked coldly.

He hadn't been speeding, so he had seen her sudden appearance about six feet ahead. If he hadn't stopped in time, she might have ended up killing herself in an attempt to scam them for a compensation.

"Help! I've been hit by a car!"

Zadie Zeigler finally shook off her shock and bumped her head on the car.

Francis grabbed her clothes but accidentally tore apart her worn-out garments, exposing the bruises underneath.

Zadie covered her chest in fear, shielding herself from the onlookers.

Carlisle leaned out of the window and said, "Francis, give her some money."

Zadie appeared timid, her forehead damp with sweat. It seemed that this might be her first attempt at staging a crash.

Judging by her patched clothing, she likely came from a poor background and urgently needed money.

Shane unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car.

He took a handful of small change from his pocket and offered it to Zadie, saying, "Take this money. Don't put your life at risk like this again!"

Zadie looked at him, her eyelashes slightly trembling.

She pushed away the money Shane offered and lay on the ground, stating, "My whole body hurts! My head hurts, too! Either give me two thousand dollars or take me to the hospital for a full-body check-up!"

Francis, who had just taken out two hundred dollars, was furious at Zadie's unreasonable demand.

He shouted, "Two thousand? You might as well go rob a bank!"

Shane was equally dumbfounded by her request, remembering he had only earned four hundred dollars by selling 400cc of blood to the black market during his summer break in Shorefield. Even underground figures collecting protection money wouldn't demand such a

sum.

Carlisle said solemnly, "Let's call the police. There's a surveillance camera at the intersection ahead. It should capture what happened."

Clearing their name in such a scam could prove challenging, especially since the cars at that time were not equipped with dashcams.

Noticing Francis was about to call the police, Zadie panicked and grabbed his leg, tearfully pleading, "Please don't call the police! Five hundred dollars, that's all I need!"

Zadie's desperate plea softened Francis' heart, causing him to glance silently at Carlisle.

Carlisle sighed and nodded reluctantly.

"Just give it to her."

Daniel shook his head and commented, "Carl, Carl, Carl... You're too kind-"

Daniel suddenly stopped mid-sentence as he took a good look at Zadie.

Then he frowned and asked, "Why does this lady remind me of Carlos' daughter?"

"Who's Carlos?"

"Carlos Zeigler, the director of Xenos Factory's R&D department!"

"Why would the daughter of an R&D director dress so shabbily and resort to scamming like this?" Carlisle asked in puzzlement.


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