“Look at you! The Hercules in class one. Why don't you drive a Maserati today?" It was William Truing. He had seen Larry a few minutes ago in the parking lot and now he was pretending that he just bumped into him while driving an expensive car.
“I knew it was you. You damaged the car.” After hearing William's words, Larry confirmed his speculations.
"What? I don't know what you are talking about." William smiled.
"Do whatever you want. I don’t want to waste my time on you. Wait and see, you will pay for it one day.” Larry was furious but he did not want to get into trouble when the broken car was still in the shop.
"Oh? Really? Tell me what you are going to do to me. I’m curious." William was acting like a bastard. He didn’t believe that Larry, a man born int
