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Yvonne said arrogantly, "I don't care whose car it is. Isn't it just a Phantom? Open your eyes and take a good look. My custom Lamborghini costs more than 12 million, which is no worse than this Phantom!"

The young man with dyed hair had a look of astonishment on his face.

He was talking about the identity of the car owner! He was not talking about the price of the car! No matter how expensive her car was, she could not rear-end anyone as she pleased, right? If she hurt the person in the car, even the Ten Families would not be able to protect her!

The young man was stunned for a moment and then asked with a gloomy expression, "Lady, which family are you from?"

Yvonne crossed her arms and said, "What, are you checking my family background?" "You..."

"Walmond, come back!"

A gentle voice came from the back seat of the Rolls-Royce. It was pleasant to the ears.

Yvonne looked at the rearview mirror of the Rolls-Royce and saw a handsome man sitting in the back seat.

She gasped. 'He's even more handsome than Nash! He looks just like those popular celebrity hunks.'

Walmond Langes suppressed his anger, walked to the car, and whispered, "Sir, that wretched lady hit us pretty hard. The taillights and bumper are broken. The repair will cost at least six figures. Are we just going to let it go?"

The handsome young man said calmly, "We're in a crisis right now, so it's better not to cause trouble!"

"Alright!" Walmond smiled helplessly and then waved to the bodyguards. "Forget it, let's go!"

The bodyguards immediately dispersed. The Rolls-Royce left, along with three to five black cars.

Yvonne finally recovered from the car owner's dreamy appearance. Just as she was about to get in the car, several luxury cars suddenly surrounded her.

They were all either a Porsche or a Bentley, and all were custom-made.

Yvonne frowned slightly and stared at the cars with vigilance. A sexily dressed young woman stepped out of a pink Bentley. The sexy yet edgy young woman chewed gum as she walked toward Yvonne with a haughty look. "Bitch, how dare you be so arrogant after you hit my man's car?"

Yvonne raised her eyebrows and said, "Your breath stinks so bad. Didn't you brush your teeth when you got up this morning?"

In the eyes of outsiders, Yvonne was

very arrogant. However, no one dared to question her. After all, she drove a customized Lamborghini worth more than ten million. One could tell that she was the daughter of a wealthy family.

The edgy woman's eyes turned cold. "How dare you say that about me?"

Yvonne snorted coldly. "Have a taste of your own medicine. Do you think only you, reserve the right to talk

crap about others while other t

do the same to you? Do you own the entire Capiton?"

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The edgy woman slapped Yvonne on the face, then grabbed her hair and said viciously, "Do you know who I am? You're the first person who dares to talk to me like this in Capiton!" Yvonne was stunned by the slap, but she was also enlightened.

People who dared to be so arrogant in Capiton were definitely not from second-rate or third-rate families.

"You... Who are you?" Yvonne ignored the pain coming from her scalp and whispered.

The edgy woman sneered. "You really don't know me, huh? Listen carefully. I'm Viktoria Petro, Leonov Petro is my father, Chekov Petro is my grandfather, and I have a brother named Nalarov Petro!" Yvonne's pupils shrank violently as if she had been struck by lightning.

The Petro family.

This woman was a Petro, the top family of the Ten Families of Capiton. She was a direct descendant as well.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

When Yvonne returned to Capiton,

she spent more than 300,000 dollars

in pocket money to search for

information and photos of the

youth from the Ten Families just to

prevent herself from provoking

them. .

She never thought that she would offend one today, and the person was from the most powerful family among the Ten Families.

She could not understand how the Petro family could raise such an unruly woman. With such revealing and sexy attire, she would pass off as an escort in a nightclub. "I-I'm sorry..."