As dusk fell, a man in a tailored suit emerged from the towering skyscraper, visibly drained after a full day of intense negotiations.

His striking features softened slightly when he spotted his car waiting obediently by the curb, its sleek frame gleaming under the fading sunlight.

But then—

Something was off. The front wheel appeared slightly misshapen.

*Damn it. Who the hell did this?*

His expression darkened, though he remained silent, reaching for the door handle with deliberate calm.

A small slip of paper caught his eye. His brow furrowed as his slender fingers plucked it from the windshield. The handwriting was a messy scrawl:

*"Dear Sir, my sincerest apologies—I accidentally bumped into your car. Plenty of witnesses saw it happen, and as I write this, they're still watching me. They probably think I'm leaving my number. Joke’s on them—I’m not. Anyway, I’m outta here. Hope we never meet again!"*

His secretary, who had just caught up, noticed the CEO lost in thought over the note and asked cautiously, "Sir, is everything alright?"

Fu Zimo handed her the paper, his voice icy. "Find out who did this. Whoever they are, I want them to regret it for the rest of their life."

*Unbelievable.* Not only had someone dared to damage his car, but they’d also left such a cheeky note. In all his years, Fu Zimo had never encountered such audacity.

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Three hours earlier, Yan Xiaoxiao—fresh out of college—had just landed her first job.

Elated, she’d made plans with Shen Shi to celebrate. But as she stepped outside, her excitement evaporated.

Parked arrogantly in front of her tiny electric scooter was a massive, intimidating black sedan.

*And it was parked sideways.*

With a frustrated sigh, she tried to maneuver her scooter free. But after wrestling it halfway out, her strength gave out. The scooter wobbled, then stubbornly refused to budge another inch.

So she could only watch helplessly as her little electric scooter left a dent on the luxury car.

Yan Xiaoxiao, already nervous, grew even more anxious upon hearing the comments from passersby.

"That model is probably a limited-edition world-class vehicle. A dent that size? You’re looking at a million bucks, easy, just for repairs..."

*That expensive?!* If the car was so pricey, why park it next to her humble scooter? Didn’t the owner consider how out of place it looked? How inconsiderate!

Taking a deep breath, Yan Xiaoxiao shot a sidelong glare at the crowd and snapped, "What’s all the fuss about? Do you even know who owns this building? *My dad!*"

She mustered up her courage, then pulled a piece of paper from her bag. "I’ve got better things to do. Here’s my number—pass it to the owner. Now scram!"

After scribbling the note, she guiltily tucked it under the windshield wiper, silently praying the owner wouldn’t show up. Otherwise, she’d be working her whole life just to pay off the damages.

With the note in place, she hopped onto her scooter and sped off in a flash.

Meanwhile, Secretary Lin, following Fu Zimo’s orders, began investigating the culprit. Unfortunately, the surveillance cameras had malfunctioned that day, leaving no immediate leads.

They turned to eyewitness accounts, but the descriptions of the girl matched countless young women across the city. The investigation quickly hit a dead end.