Ignoring his taunts, I pulled out my phone and called Rhea.
"What’s going on with your Porsche?" I asked.
She hesitated. "Oh... um, I’m driving it right now."
Not bothering to reply, I directly hung up and called the police.
The man must’ve thought I was bluffing because he only got louder.
"Listen, you deadbeat! Either you cough up a hundred thousand dollars for the damage, or you’re not leaving!"
Before I could respond, Zera stepped out of the car. But the moment she saw the man, she froze, eyes wide with terror. Trembling, she hid behind me.
Puzzled, I crouched down to ask her.
Floyd's POV
"Have you seen him before?" I asked gently.
Zera’s face went pale, and she burst into tears, her little body trembling like a leaf in the wind. "He's... he's my sister's dad," she whispered. "One time, when my sister was hitting me, he kicked me."
The man’s face twisted with rage the moment he laid eyes on Zera. "So it was you, you little tramp," he sneered. "I should’ve hit you harder back then. Little brat, already luring men at such a young age. Like father, like daughter — only a useless man could raise trash like you!"