Chapter 1852

"What seems to be the problem here?" Travis Ingram, one of the traffic police officers, asked as he approached them, holding a notepad in one hand and a breathalyzer in the other. "It's a DUI. They hit my car and are refusing to compensate me for the damages," Perseus said as he took a drag of his cigarette. He then quickly added, "It's not that they're refusing to pay—it's just that they don't have the money to do so. They can't even come up with 13 thousand dollars." Perseus once again delivered another blow to Harris and Zoran. It wasn't actually about the money. It was just a headlight and a front bumper that got damaged, yet he was asking for 13 thousand dollars! "Who was behind the wheel?" Travis' eyes immediately widened in shock at the mention of drunk driving. He instinctively turned his gaze toward Zoran, thinking that Harris, being the older one, would be more responsible. "You shouldn't be looking at me, officer—I wasn't the one driving!" Zoran exclaimed, waving his han