Chapter 15 Cyberbullying

A junker? It was obvious Clarence was drunk. My car was a limited edition, and only five of them existed. Sure, he could afford one, but the idea of handing me that kind of money would no doubt make his blood boil. Just as I expected, the moment I told him the price, he burst out laughing—loud and unrestrained. Contempt clouded his eyes as he looked at me. "Janelle, do you seriously think you can afford a car worth millions?" he spat. I met his gaze, cold and steady. "Feel free to verify it." Clarence was so drunk that he could barely stand. So, Ivana had to hold him up to keep him from toppling over. But the hostility in her eyes as she looked at me was unmistakable. "Come on, Janelle. Are you seriously trying to make money by pulling stunts like this?" Ivana asked with a sneer. I shot back, "You both know whether I've made money off you." I didn't bother saying anything more. Instead, I had my lawyer send a letter, along with video evidence of Clarence vandalizing my