Sirens Three Minutes After I Refused His Free Supercar

When Marvin heard what Ivan and Dave said, his expression shifted from panic to smugness.

"Did you hear that? Looks like your coworkers are smarter than you! I'll say this one last time—get out of my way!

"If you don't, not only will I post the video, but I'll also file a complaint and sue all of you!"

As he spoke, he tried to force his way out. I tightened my grip on his wrist, refusing to budge. Anthony shifted sideways in response, leaving no gap between us.

Marvin was getting frantic and red-eyed. "Damn it! Let go of me! Let me go!"

He abruptly swung his arm hard, his elbow striking me right in the left eye. Pain shot through me in an instant.

My vision went black for a second. Something warm trickled down from my brow.

Everyone in the showroom went silent. With a murderous look in his eyes, Marvin raised his fist once more. "You bastard, you don't know when to quit, do you? You still dare stand in my way?"

Before he could swing again, a shout came from behind me. "What are you doing? Stop!"

As the police officer rushed in, he immediately noticed the blood running down my face. He stepped forward and forcibly separated Marvin and me. "That injury looks serious. Don't move around for the time being."

He turned toward the staff in the showroom. "Is there a first aid kit?"

The receptionist quickly brought gauze and antiseptic wipes.

I pressed the gauze against my brow and was about to speak when Marvin cut in immediately, "Officer, perfect timing! You need to settle this for me!"

He came forward with a look of grievance. "Not only are they violating our sales contract, but they're also refusing to let me leave!

"I only acted in self-defense because I was forced into a corner! They were the ones illegally detaining me first!"

Ignoring Marvin, the officer stared at me. "Were you the one who called us, saying 'engine failure'?"

I nodded without hesitation.

His face grew even more stern. "You do know that making a false police report can land you in jail, right?"

My answer was immediate. "I know. But I'm certain it's him."

"What made you so certain?"

Marvin couldn't contain himself anymore. Breathing heavily, he barked, "What do you mean by it's me? You're just picking a fight with me because you have nothing better to do!"

Paying him no attention, I said in a calm but decisive tone, "His car. He did a good job covering it up, but his car gave him away."

Marvin's face twisted in an instant as he tensed up noticeably. "What about my car? My car is fine!"

I paid him no mind, pointing at the black G900 parked outside the showroom. "It's that one. Check the trunk. Something is leaking out."

Everyone turned to look where I was pointing.

At the entrance, the brand-new black G900 was there. It had a classy, luxurious shine to it. But along the edge of the trunk lid, there was a streak of dark red.

That wasn't oil, water, or ordinary mud.

The officer stared at the streak fixedly as he instinctively moved his hand to his radio.

When Marvin noticed everyone's stare, he swallowed hard. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead. Even so, he still put on a tough front.

"What are you all looking at? So what if something's leaking? Isn't it normal for a new car to have a bit of oil leakage?"