Chapter 2239

Andrew smiled. "Absolutely sure. Money's tight these days, so every dollar saved counts."

The dealer grinned and finished all the paperwork before handing it to Andrew. "You know how to live within your means. I respect that. You’re a solid guy who knows how to manage his finances. Take her for a spin; she’ll run strong for another three to five years easily.”

With that, Andrew hit the gas and drove off in his newly acquired used Jetta. Truth be told, the Jetta was legendary, especially the AC. It worked better than most million-dollar luxury cars.

Driving his used Jetta, Andrew leisurely merged onto the highway heading home. Suddenly, a Ferrari behind him started honking aggressively, gunning its engine, and tailgating him menacingly.

Andrew ignored it completely and stayed in his lane, following the car ahead of him. The fast lane was right next to him, and he was not blocking traffic. There was even a Ford up ahead.

So, the car behind him was either having issues or deliberately targeting him.

While Andrew remained unfazed, the Ferrari behind him became even more aggressive. The driver, a buzz-cut young punk named Dawson Schwartz, stuck his head out the window, showing off his tattooed arms.

He screamed, “Get that piece of shit Jetta off the road! Who the hell gave you permission to drive around Chetvine? Get off this highway right now and stop embarrassing Chetvine folks!”

Dawson started cursing and flipped Andrew off with a middle finger.

Andrew just smiled coldly but kept his composure since they were still on the highway.

Seeing that the beat-up Jetta ahead was ignoring him, Dawson’s eyes turned vicious as he pulled back into his car. The Ferrari roared to life and slammed directly into Andrew’s rear bumper.

Andrew’s used Jetta got its rear end crunched, but the million-dollar Ferrari fared much worse. Its front spoiler fell clean off and was completely destroyed.

Andrew calmly pulled over, shifted to park, engaged the handbrake, and got out of the car. He was not angry at all. In fact, he seemed even more cheerful. He had just bought a used car, and now some fool had delivered him a new one by force.

With this deliberate collision, the guy would either have to buy him a new car or pay him a hefty settlement. Either way, Andrew came out ahead.

Two people emerged from the Ferrari behind him: Dawson and a short-haired woman named Nicole Potter from the passenger seat.

Dawson was furious as he first inspected his beloved car. “Holy shit! You useless piece of trash! Today you’re gonna sell everything you own, maybe even a kidney, to pay for my car, or I’ll make sure you’re dead!”

He pointed accusingly at Andrew, his face twisted with rage.

Nicole crossed her arms with a cold smirk. “You damaged Dawson’s baby, you little nobody. Now your whole family’s in deep trouble. Do you have any idea how much this car costs? Even if you sold your life, you couldn’t cover it. You’d better be ready to sell your kids and rot in jail."

Andrew’s expression stayed calm. “Looks to me like you rear-ended me. That makes it your fault, doesn’t it? Don’t try playing the victim. I know traffic law.”

Dawson froze for a second, then immediately swung his hand to slap Andrew. “Rear-ended your ass! Do you even know who I am, you broke piece of garbage? Who gave you the right to block my road with a trash Jetta? And you dare lecture me about traffic law? You’re done today.”

Nicole laughed coldly, like she had just heard the world’s biggest joke. “Who the hell do you think you are? Trying to argue with Dawson? Haven’t you heard of the Schwartz family of Chetvine? Forget about who’s at fault! Dawson hit you on purpose because he can’t stand broke losers like you. What are you going to do about it?”

She was completely baffled by this country bumpkin.

Chetvine was where all the wealthy and powerful people in the country gathered, yet this idiot had somehow appeared out of nowhere.

A beat-up Jetta going up against a million-dollar Ferrari? Nobody would care about right or wrong; they would just blame the Jetta and let Dawson destroy him.

It was obvious bullying of some clueless poor guy, but what could he do?

While the Schwartz family was not top-tier in Chetvine, crushing some nobody in a beat-up Jetta was child’s play.