Zai Zhe held a golf club.
He simply stared at the man beside him.
His eyes were filled with disdain.
The man was also stunned by Zai Zhe's actions.
Was something wrong with this guy?
Smash a car? And his own car at that?
"Not your car, is it? So you don't dare smash it?"
Zai Zhe sneered coldly at the man.
Then he raised the golf club, about to bring it down on the man's head.
The man instantly cried out and covered his head with both hands.
Zai Zhe looked at the cowardly state he was in.
He immediately gave a contemptuous laugh.
Then he casually tossed the golf club aside.
After that, he got back into his damaged Maserati MC20.
With his foot slammed to the floor, the Maserati MC20 let out a thunderous roar.
The MC20 launched forward and ran the red light, speeding away.
Only then did the man come back to his senses.
He looked at the golf club on the ground.
A chill ran down his spine!
At that moment, the woman from the passenger seat got out.
"Oppa, damn it, didn't you say this was your car?"
"You lied to me?"
"Right, of course. You drive a luxury car, yet you only treated me to army stew just now? And you fucked me six times tonight?"
"Damn it, you bastard!"
Naturally, Zai Zhe had no idea what happened afterward.
He sped all the way to Seoul International Circuit.
The moment he got out of the car, a group of people surrounded him.
"President Zai Zhe, all the investors are here. They're waiting for you!"
"President Zai Zhe, your car?"
Hearing the question from someone nearby,
Zai Zhe walked toward the meeting room and said, "The car? Send it in for reimbursement!"