Chapter 117

Gideon gave a cold laugh at Giselle's naive remark. He then pulled a cigarette box from his pocket, took out a cigarette, and placed it between his lips. He offered her a lighter with a mocking smile. "How about this, Ms. Driver? If you're willing to bow your head and light my cigarette as an apology, I'll let it go. I won't report you for reckless driving, and I won't make you pay for the repairs. Pretty generous, don't you think?" Faced with such blatant provocation, Giselle turned her head in disgust. Her tone was cold and sharp. "Try me, and I'll light your hair on fire instead." "Tsk." His brows arched as he leaned in, deliberately provoking her further. "Such a temper. Bigger than your chest." At that, Giselle's expression darkened. Under normal circumstances, she would have calmly and cleanly dealt with this kind of creep using pepper spray. But she had left in a rush today and brought nothing with her. Besides, they were in the middle of a traffic jam on a street. With ca