Millionaire Crashes Into Grandpa On Bike & Raises Hand To Slap Him — Until A Poor Cleaning Girl Stops Everything
Chapter 1: The Accident
The screech of tires tore through the quiet afternoon street.
A sleek black sports car slammed into an old man on a rusty bicycle, sending him crashing to the ground.
The driver’s door flew open. A young man in an expensive designer shirt stormed out, face red with rage.
“Are you blind, old man?!” he shouted. “Look what you did to my car! Do you know how much this costs? Pay for the damage right now!”
The old man groaned in pain, struggling to sit up. A small crowd began to gather.
The rich guy grabbed the old man by the collar. “You ruined my day! I should make you—”
He raised his hand to slap the old man across the face.
A small, firm hand suddenly caught his wrist mid-air.
The rich guy turned, furious. “Who the hell do you think you—”
Standing there was a young woman in a simple cleaning uniform, her pretty face calm but her grip surprisingly strong. She twisted his arm behind his back in one smooth motion, forcing him to his knees.
“Don’t you dare hit him,” she said quietly, voice steady. “He’s hurt. You should be helping him, not yelling.”
The rich guy struggled, shocked. “Let go of me, you crazy cleaner! Do you know who I am?”
The old man looked up at the young woman with grateful eyes.
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At that moment, a convoy of luxury cars pulled up — black sedans and a gleaming Rolls-Royce. A tall, handsome man in a tailored suit stepped out, eyes narrowing at the scene.
“Grandpa!” he called, rushing over.
