14
I thought I was done with Chase and his family forever, but one day, as I was leaving work, I saw deep scratches all over my Maserati.
Just as I was about to call security, Chase’s mom appeared.
“It’s all your fault my son’s life is ruined! Either get him out of jail, or I’ll make sure you never have peace!”
I was genuinely amused. What power did she think I had to free her son?
“First of all, I’ve been done with Chase for a long time. Whatever happened to him is a reflection of your poor parenting.
“Second, I have every reason to believe you’re responsible for the damage to my car. I’m going to check the security footage”
Her face changed immediately. Then, without warning, she threw herself on the ground, wailing in pain, screaming that I had hit her.
A few coworkers walked by, giving me odd looks.
She continued her performance, “Harper Westbrook is abusing me! Just because she’s rich, she thinks she can do whatever she wants!”
I had to laugh. Did she really think this was going to work?
“Lady, you can lie there all you want. I’m not paying you a cent.”
She stretched out her hand, signaling for five fingers. “Give me this much and I’ll get up.”
She meant $500,000.
I rolled my eyes. “Ma’am, I think you said you were going to call the cops. Want me to do it for you?”
A familiar voice interrupted us.
“Need help calling the cops? I can take care of that.”
I turned to see Alex Ford. Of all people!
“While we’re at it, we can check the footage to see who scratched Harper’s car. Judging by those deep cuts, the repairs should cost around 15,000, give or take.”
I chuckled. It was so unusual to hear Alex, usually so serious, joke around like this.
Chase’s mom jumped up immediately. “I didn’t do it! Don’t blame me!”
Alex followed up, “You sure you don’t want to go to the hospital for a check–up?”
She didn’t even answer, running off as fast as she could.
Alex and I exchanged a knowing smile.
