This time, Rockefeller Jr. didn't drink and drive, and he didn't inexplicably drive the car into a roadside flower bed.

He was rear-ended.

At that time, he was stuck in traffic at the intersection of 57th Street.

New York traffic in the early 20th century can be described as a mess.

There are no traffic lights, no traffic police.

Cars and horse-drawn carriages are mixed together, revealing a punk beauty that mixes nature and machinery.

However, this beauty is normally accompanied by the neighing of people turning over on their backs, the collision of vehicles, and the swearing of passengers.

Little Rockefeller was no exception.

The intersection of 57th Street is like a parking lot.

"Mazefalk."

He leaned half of his body out of the window as he honked his horn, his hand banging on his car door.

This behavior turned out to be undesirable.

Only the sound of "Duang" was heard.

Little Rockefeller's lower body in the car and the car slammed forward with the car.

But the upper body he leaned out of the window couldn't keep up with the speed of his lower body.

The back of Rockefeller's head slammed into the door frame.

The pain came in, along with a wave of dizziness.

After a few seconds, little Rockefeller came to his senses a little.

He jumped out of the cab and walked towards the back of the car.

A man got out of the cab of the car behind him, gorgeously dressed and luxurious.

If the rich second generation in New York also has to talk about seniority, then the person in front of him can be regarded as his eldest brother.

"Oh, I'm sorry, John, I accidentally stepped on the wrong gas pedal just now."

Little Astor glanced at the butt of Little Rockefeller's car and said apologetically.

"I will compensate for all the damages. I'm really sorry. ”

Thanks to the excellent quality of Ford's cars, there are no big problems with the car.

"My neck almost broke!" Rockefeller Jr. muttered.

The two men had fought in New Mexico over the Roswell mass, but eventually agreed.

After returning to New York, they had a decent relationship, at least when it came to eating, drinking, and having fun.

Little Astor turned around and walked back to the vicinity of his car, opened the door, and took out a delicately made wooden box from the car.

He opened the box.

Inside was a bottle of red wine, tightly stuffed with agarwood sawdust and soft cotton on the side.

"Fortunately, it didn't break."

Little Astor stroked the bottle and handed the box to Rockefeller Jr.

"Bordeaux Château's 1886 vintage, it was a good vintage, I was going to bring it to Mr. Chen, but I happened to meet you, so I will give it to you."

Little Rockefeller's eyes lit up when he saw the wine.

Without saying a word, he took the wooden box and began to admire the bottle greedily.

"I'll pay you a brand new car when I go back." Astor Jr. said.

"No need, forget it." Little Rockefeller put the wooden box on his back seat and said magnanimously.

However, a crisp female voice came from behind him:

"Sir, your matter is settled, what about ours?"

Little Rockefeller jerked his head back to find a pretty woman standing behind him.

The woman wore a slim long skirt with velvet shoulders, blonde hair falling on her shoulders, and a pair of eyes that seemed to be happy.

Her head tilted slightly.

Rockefeller Jr. realized that while his car was rear-ended, he also hit a car in front of him.

The woman in front of her was obviously the owner of the car.

Little Rockefeller swayed in front of the woman.

He looked at the front of his car.

It's not serious, it's just deformed.

"When will a woman be able to drive?" Rockefeller Jr. muttered quietly.

"Ma'am, what kind of compensation do you need? Make an offer! He straightened up.

But when he saw the woman's face again, he always felt as if he had seen her somewhere.

"I'm not short of money." The woman's lips opened lightly and said coldly, "I need an apology." ”

"Excuse me? What did you say? Little Rockefeller couldn't believe his ears a little, and stared at the woman inexplicably, "When did you see me John Rockefeller apologize?" ”

"Then I'll have to come by myself?" The woman turned and walked towards her car.

Little Rockefeller also turned his head.

Little Astor was right behind him.

"Astor, did you hear what the woman said?" He looked at little Astor blankly.

Little Astor didn't answer him, just stared straight ahead with stunned eyes.

Little Rockefeller suddenly realized that something was wrong.

He turned around and saw that the woman had pulled an iron rod out of her car.

The two decent young men were stunned.

How could there be an iron rod in this woman's car?

Also, what did she do with an iron rod?

The woman pulled up her long hair with both hands and tied it into a braid.

Then she walked to the side of Rockefeller Jr.'s car with the iron rod in hand.

The woman suddenly picked up the iron rod with both hands and pointed it at the window.

"Whoa!"

The glass on the side of the driver's seat was instantly hammered to pieces. ”

Immediately afterwards, the windshield was also hit.

The windshield cracked.

The woman picked up the iron rod again.

The windshield is "shattered".

This alarmed the people around who were also blocked and the pedestrians who came and went.

Everyone turned their eyes to it.

Most of them didn't know exactly what was going on, and they certainly didn't understand why it was so lively.

But who can refuse to watch a good show?

Rockefeller Jr. and Astor Jr. were dumbfounded.

They even forgot to stop what the woman was doing.

"I think we're even."

The woman slammed the stick directly at the iron car shell again, and then looked at little Rockefeller defiantly.

The rich second generation was so angry that his lips trembled.

I'm afraid this woman is not crazy.

A good upbringing does not allow him to do anything to a woman in public.

Otherwise, call the police?

However, the woman predicted his prediction, and suddenly smiled, like a ray of sunshine in the dark clouds:

"Mr. Rockefeller Jr., if you want to call the police, no problem, but the next time you are drunk driving, it is best not to be bumped into by me."

Little Rockefeller froze again.

The woman's smile was so beautiful, gentle and kind, in stark contrast to her previous violence.

It's really inexplicable.

"I look like I've seen you!" Little Rockefeller suddenly said to the woman.

"Sir, this way of accosting you is a bit old-fashioned." The woman continued, "Perhaps, in a dream? ”

Little Rockefeller began to search for memories.

But he still couldn't remember where he had seen this woman.

Due to frequent hangovers throughout this time, he has been losing his memories incessantly.

The woman didn't give him much time, and turned around and walked directly towards her car.

The blockage in front is somewhat loose.

Her slender figure is highlighted under the wrapping of the long skirt, which makes people can't help but think about it.

Little Rockefeller stared intently at the woman's thin waist and slender thighs.

It's so sexy.

"Hiss~ woman." Little Astor's voice suddenly rang in his ears, "She's Harriman's lover, named Eva." ”

"Harriman? The turtle? Rockefeller Jr. turned his head to look at Astor.

Little Astor nodded: "Yes, the vice president of Northern Securities." ”

Little Rockefeller was silent for two seconds, his eyes still staring at the woman's back:

"It's a shameful waste to stay with that dirt bun like this!"

Little Astor laughed: "People just knocked on your glass, and you are still thinking about other people's bodies!" ”

"Let's play, what's wrong?"

Little Rockefeller had made up his mind and walked quickly to the outside of the woman's driver's seat.

The woman is touching up her makeup.

"Lady Eva, even though I hit your car, you destroyed all my glass, and I don't think it's an equal exchange." Little Rockefeller said to the woman from the car window.

"So what?" Eva turned her head, looked at little Rockefeller, and smiled, "Young Master Rockefeller, what do you want?" ”

"My friend just gave me a bottle of fine wine, so I'd like to borrow some time from you for dinner to have a tasting together, how about it? Lady? ”

Rockefeller Jr. sent out an invitation.

He had played with all kinds of women in New York, but it was the first time he had met such a crazy and sexy woman.

It definitely doesn't feel the same.

As for Harriman, he was more than happy to give this hillbilly he usually looked down on as a green hat.

"Yes, sir."

The "prey" answer was crisp, smiling like a blooming poppy. (End of chapter)