Money Slap My Cheated Ex(Completed)

Chapter 13 Confrontation

Simon was pissed off and rebutted him. "What the hell is wrong with you? You're the one who should watch where you're going! You drove your car onto the sidewalk!"

"How dare you talk back to me! If you've kept your eyes peeled, you would've known to move aside instead of running into my car!"

Simon scoffed. "What a joke! Why should I give way to your car?"

The campus was packed with people coming and going, and so it did not take long for their argument to attract a crowd.

The driver became even more heated up after he saw the crowd gathered there. "Don't argue with me! You're just a broke-a*s who has to get around on your legs! Get yourself a car if you can! That way you won't get run over! Don't blame me when you're the one walking around without watching the road!"

This angered Simon so much that he shouted, "I wasn't even going to blame you but here you are, turning on me! Do you think having a car makes you cool or something?"

"Cooler than someone who has to walk, at least!" the driver said smugly.

The other students were beginning to talk among themselves. One said, "Hey, isn't that Mr. Tycoon, Stanley Curry?" Another said, "He's an asshole when he gets pissed. That guy is going to get it."

Simon sneered. "Bro, honestly, I wasn't going to say anything at first. But aren't you embarrassed to be driving this car? You must think an Audi is the coolest thing on earth."

Stanley's expression changed. He had always been the one humiliating others and never the other way around. Students were actually not allowed to drive into the campus but he often broke the rules in order to show off.

"What did you say? You broke f*cker… I can't believe that you, of all people, are laughing at me. Are you saying that your car is better than mine? Come on! Bring it out and show us!"

Stanley began to hassle Simon. For the longest time, he was known as the rich kid on campus. He had never heard of anyone with a better car than his. Besides, there was only a handful of students who could afford a car and they all knew each other. He knew there was no way that anyone could have a better car than his.

Simon did not look rich either. He heard him say, "Too much trouble. Look, you have two options. Apologize to me and we'll put this behind us. But if you refuse, I will pursue this to the bitter end. Take your pick."

"Ha!" Stanley became agitated. He had never seen anyone being so arrogant toward him on this campus. He got out of his Audi and came up to Simon. "Kid, are you a student here?"

In all honesty, he was feeling a little unsure about himself. He was afraid that Simon might not be a student here but a low-profile rich person instead.

"Yeah. What about it?" Simon said emotionlessly.

Stanley burst into laughter as soon as he heard that Simon was a fellow student like him and his worries dissipated. He was sure that he would have heard about it if there was a student with a better car than his. Otherwise, the others would not keep calling him Mr. Tycoon. He grabbed Simon by the collar. "Your turn to choose. First: be a good boy and apologize to me. Second: honor me like I'm your grandpa. Third: give me 200 bucks to fix my car. I'm only asking for that much because I know you're poor. You won't be able to afford it otherwise."

Simon was cursing up a storm inside his head. This dude was a grade-A asshole. Not only did he nearly knock a pedestrian down with his car, albeit lightly, but he even demanded a car maintenance fee from the pedestrian. His shamelessness was out of this world. Simon had never met anyone like him.

"What did you say you want me to call you? I didn't hear you," he said.

"Grandpa!" Stanley shouted.

"Atta boy!" Simon said warmly, as if to his grandchild. He pulled Stanley's hand down. "Put your hand down, boy."

The crowd roared with laughter and Stanley blushed so hard that even the tips of his ears turned red.

"Man, are you that stupid to fall for such a simple trick?" Simon said contemptuously.

Stanley was so embarrassed that his anger intensified. He shouted, "Do you want to f*cking die?" Then, without any warning, he swung his fist at Simon's head.

It just so happened that Simon had learned a few tricks from Katya and knew how to counter this punch. He tilted his head, grabbed Stanley's arm, and shoved him forward. Stanley ended up falling flat on his face.

The crowd broke into laughter once again.

Stanley might be rich but he was known to be a show-off and a bully. He had done nothing nice in his life, so people did not like him. Besides, his wealth had nothing to do with them. They were not able to vent their unhappiness with him on most days, so seeing Simon humiliate him gave them the chance to laugh at him.

It went without saying that Stanley had never experienced such humiliation in his life. He crawled up to his feet, only to realize that his trousers had ripped. That drove him to madness and he yelled, "Just you wait! I swear I will get even with you today!"

He then took out his phone and called someone.

"Hey, Fatty, bring a dozen of men with you. There's a bastard here digging his own grave. Weapons? Nah, you and your boys are enough to beat him up."

This made a few kind-hearted students in the crowd tell Simon, "You should run! Stanley Curry is no easy opponent!"

"Yeah, you should go! Stop arguing with him."

Simon still looked as composed as ever. He smiled and said, "It's all right. I will show you guys something fun today."

Some were surprised by his words; others shook their heads at him in disbelief. There were also those who thought that Simon was an i***t.

Meanwhile, Stanley had finished his call. He pointed at Simon and said fiercely, "Kid, you better stay put if you don't want to be called a wimp!"

"Okay, sure. Whoever runs is the wimp. Deal?" Simon smiled at him, not upset in the slightest.

"Deal! Remember what you said!"

"Yeah."

Simon left it at that and stepped aside to give Katya a call. He asked that she drive to the campus gate and wait for him there.

Before long, he heard a burst of noise. Everyone looked in the direction of the noise and saw several cars coming in from the east gate.

A smile appeared on Stanley's face.

Seeing this, Simon immediately stepped on the sidewalk and gave Katya another call. This time, he told her to drive her car in.

The cars stopped beside the crowd. The car doors swung open and out came a dozen young men who looked like gangsters.

The one leading them was the fat guy that Stanley spoke to earlier.

The men came up to Stanley. "Who do you want us to beat up?" The first question they asked was not about clarifying the truth of the matter but about finding out who their target was.