Chapter 3: Chapter 3 Symbol Of Love

Words : 2015 Updated : Feb 26th, 2025

Fortunately, the car wasn't going too fast, and they had their seatbelts fastened, so nobody was hurt. After the collision, Grace quickly got out to check on the other car. The Porsche's door swung open, and a young man with blonde hair stepped out. He ignored Grace and hurried to the other side of the car to open the door. Suddenly, several other cars screeched to a stop nearby. A dozen hooligans got out, surrounding Grace's Volkswagen Beetle. Her heart skipped a beat. The next moment, she caught sight of the young man emerging from the passenger side of the Porsche, and her brows knitted tightly. "It's you?" Grace was the most beautiful woman in Norbia. Although she was married, Dante was known to be mentally impaired, which did little to deter the numerous admirers around her. The man before her, Sullivan Looske, the eldest son of the Looske family, was one of them. He also had a notorious reputation as a playboy. "Yes, it's me, Grace," Sullivan smirked. "You threw away the gold-dipped roses I bought from Aurelius and gave away the luxury bag worth thousands of dollars to a beggar. But crashing into my car today… does that mean you've finally changed your mind?" Grace looked at him in disgust. "It was just an accident. I'll compensate you for the damage." "Do you even have that kind of money?" Sullivan sneered. "A fully equipped Porsche 718 costs nearly three hundred thousand dollars. Besides, this car has helped me charm dozens of women. It's a memory of my youth. This isn't just about the money." Grace's face darkened. "What do you want then?" "It's simple. Be mine tonight, and we'll call it even. I'll even buy you a limited edition Porsche." "No thanks. I'll call the police." Grace pulled out her phone, but Sullivan snatched it from her hands before she could dial. "I've already booked a room. After tonight, you can call whoever you like. Just say you couldn't afford to pay for my car damages and had to settle it with your body. No one would doubt it, and the Thubron family wouldn't dare say a word." Sullivan laughed arrogantly and waved his hand. His subordinates immediately moved toward her. "Stay away!" Grace panicked, a wave of helplessness washing over her. Dante shook his head and positioned himself in front of her. "Oh? The fool wants to play hero? Who do you think you are?" Sullivan scoffed. An instant later, an astonishing scene unfolded. Before anyone could react, Sullivan's men were sprawled on the ground, writhing in pain. It happened so fast that Grace didn't see how Dante took them down. Sullivan's men were experienced street fighters, yet they hadn't lasted even a second against Dante. Dante smirked. Ever since he inherited the mysterious abilities, he had spent three grueling years in the mental realm. Dealing with a few thugs was child's play. Grace stood frozen in shock. She had never imagined that one day, her mentally impaired husband would be the one protecting her. Sullivan's arrogance vanished, his face draining of color. He was infamous for his playboy lifestyle and had been with countless women. However, Grace had repeatedly rejected him, and his patience had worn thin. That was why he orchestrated today's accident. Everything had been meticulously planned and was going smoothly. He thought he would finally get what he wanted, but suddenly, everything had spiraled out of control. Everyone pitied Grace, the renowned beauty, for marrying a fool. None of them would have expected him to be so strong. Dante turned his gaze toward Sullivan. When their eyes met, Sullivan trembled and stumbled backward. "Stay away! What do you think you're doing?" Dante clenched his fists. "You tried to take my wife from me. What do you think I'm going to do?" Sullivan's breath hitched. "Calm down! She crashed into my car. It's only fair she pays for the damage." Grace snapped out of her daze and quickly grabbed Dante's arm. "There's no need for violence. I did crash into his car, so I should take responsibility." Though she wasn't the best driver, she understood traffic laws well enough to know that being distracted on her phone while making a turn made her at fault. Dante shook his head. "You're too naive. Pull out your phone and start recording." "For what?" Grace was confused but still instinctively followed his instructions. Dante grabbed the blonde-haired driver of the Porsche and lifted him off the ground. "Tell the truth. What happened? Why did you crash into my wife's car?" "I..." The driver was one of Sullivan's most loyal lackeys and would've taken the truth to his grave instead. However, seeing the menace in Dante's eyes, he wavered. "Sullivan made me do it. He had people watching the intersection while I waited here. As soon as Grace turned, I crashed into her." His confession was brief but made everything clear. This wasn't an accident but a premeditated plan. Grace heard everything clear. She bellowed, "You're despicable, Sullivan!" "I..." Sullivan was dumbfounded. His plan had fallen apart. He never thought his trusted lackey would betray him so easily. Dante threw the driver aside and stepped toward Sullivan. "You—" Sullivan parted his lips, likely to make a threat. However, before he could, Dante had smacked him across the face. "Stop. That's enough." Though furious, Grace remained rational. She quickly pulled Dante away. Sullivan was from the Looske family, and they couldn't afford to provoke them. Sullivan's face was swollen, but he found renewed confidence in Grace's intervention. He roared, "How dare you? The Looske family won't let this go, you retard!" "You said it yourself. I'm a retard, so why would I care what family you're from?" Dante grabbed Sullivan by the collar and delivered two more brutal slaps. Then, he sneered. "A retard can't be held accountable for beating or murdering someone. So what if I kill you right here?" "I—" Sullivan's arrogance shattered upon seeing Dante's chilling gaze. Everyone in the city knew that the Thubron family's son-in-law was mentally impaired. If Dante killed him, the authorities might just write it off as an accident. Realizing this, Sullivan immediately caved. "Let's talk this out. Calm down. I'll do whatever you want." "That's more like it. Don't you dare provoke me again, or I might kill you." Dante gave a stern warning, then said, "Since you staged this accident and damaged my wife's car, shouldn't you compensate her?" Sullivan nodded repeatedly. "Yes, of course! I'll have the car repaired right away. No matter the cost, it's on me!" Dante slapped him again. "You think fixing the car is enough? You have some nerve thinking it would be easy to settle." "I'll pay for a new one! The full amount! A Volkswagen Beetle, right? I'll transfer thirty thousand dollars right now!" Sullivan, teary-eyed from the beating, just wanted to escape Dante as soon as possible. Revenge could wait. His safety came first. "Thirty-thousand?" Dante scoffed, slapping Sullivan twice more. Blood dripped from Sullivan's mouth, and his head buzzed from the blows. He had already offered to pay for a brand-new car, yet Dante still wasn't satisfied. He quickly pleaded, "Stop hitting me. Just tell me how much." Dante said, "This isn't just any car. It's the symbol of our love, the reason we got married. You destroyed something that held sentimental value to us. At the very least, you should give us a hundred thousand dollars." "What?" Sullivan's eyes widened in disbelief.

Chapter 3: Chapter 3 Symbol Of Love

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