They mocked me for being poor, for driving a domestic car, but none of that bothered me. But now, someone was actually trying to hit me. Was this really how the wealthy behave?
Since I was young, I’d always been at the top of my class, but I never sought trouble. Even if someone occasionally provoked me, I would just smile and move on.
But I never expected that my usual humble attitude would be seen as weakness, something to be taken advantage of.
When Malcolm saw me staying silent, he thought I had backed down, he pulled out a stack of red bills.
"Griffin, here’s ten thousand dollars. If you crawl under my legs, the money is yours and let's forget about everything that happened before," Malcolm said, his voice dripping with mockery.
"After that, you just drive your little broken car and disappear from my sight. But if you won’t crawl, then consider this money your medical expenses."
My eyes turned cold with fury. "Malcolm, you really are asking for trouble. Do you even know who you're messing with?"
Instead of backing off, Malcolm only grew more arrogant.