Grandpa had a longtime driver named George Creed who had been with him for over a decade.

Out of respect for their long-standing relationship, my grandfather never replaced him.

Not only was he well-paid, but his job was easy as well. Aside from driving Grandpa to and from work every day, he had plenty of free time.

After I returned to the country, Grandpa gave him a short break and had him rest at the logistics department so I would not be idle.

Since then, I had taken over temporarily, using the opportunity to practice my driving.

This was my first day driving Grandpa to work.

As Grandpa’s driver, George knew every car he owned. With him there, identifying the real one would be effortless.

Seeing how confident I was, the onlookers began to waver. They began exchanging uncertain glances and whispering among themselves.

“Could that pink car actually belong to the chairman?”

“But I’ve never seen him in that car…”

“We’ll find out the truth soon enough.”

Preston scoffed. “Alright then. Mr. Briggs, please call his driver down. Let’s settle this face-to-face.”

Ernest nodded repeatedly and quickly pulled out his phone, dialing a number with practiced ease.

“George, please come down to the garage.”

The more I looked at Preston’s smug, unbothered smile, the stronger the unease in my chest became.

Still, George would never mistake my grandfather’s car.

That thought eased my mind a little.

Soon, George hurried over. “Mr. Briggs, what’s the matter? Why did you call me down so urgently?”

“George!” I called out.

To my surprise, he glanced at me with confusion. He did not seem to recognize me.

Then, it dawned on me. I had gone abroad to study at an early age, and he likely no longer remembered what I looked like.

Preston was quick to act. He pointed at the black Rolls-Royce.

“Take a look. Is this the chairman’s car?”

George’s gaze left my face and settled on the black Rolls-Royce. He nodded without hesitation. “Yes, that’s right.”

After casting me a smug glance, Preston pointed at the pink car. “What about this one? Do you recognize it?”

George glanced at the pink Rimac and shook his head firmly. “This pink one… I’ve never seen it before.”

All eyes in the garage landed on me in disdain.

Preston stared at me smugly. “Well? What do you have to say now?”

I stepped forward in disbelief and looked at George.

“Why are you lying? How could that black Rolls-Royce possibly be the chairman’s car?”

George frowned and took a set of car keys from his pocket. After selecting one, he pressed the button.

The Rolls-Royce roared to life.

“This is the spare key. This car is indeed his.”

I froze in place.

It really was Grandpa’s car.

However, almost instantly, I frowned.

If that was true, how had Preston managed to take it out, and why were we completely unaware of it?

Jeers erupted around me.

“Can’t keep up the act anymore, huh?”

Preston sized me up with disdain. His gaze slowly raked over me.

“You’re pretty young. You didn’t buy this car, did you? Was it a sugar daddy’s gift?” he asked in a low and sleazy voice.

“Here’s an idea. Spend a few days with me, and we’ll forget about this little accident. Deal? You heard it. My grandfather is the chairman. It’s just a car. He won’t mind.”

The surrounding onlookers fixed me with hostile stares.

They clicked their tongue. “Looks like she got lucky from this accident. She’s latched onto someone rich. She must be thrilled.”

“Everyone knows Mr. Creed rotates luxury cars like outfits. He’s been here a week and has already gone through seven or eight.”

“Who knows? Maybe she rear-ended him on purpose, hoping to snag a rich guy. Hahaha!”

“Sounds about right. No decent person would parade around in a pink car like that.”

I paid no heed to their foul remarks. Instead, I focused on the uncanny resemblance between George and Preston.

Suddenly, I recalled something Grandpa had mentioned recently. George’s son had also returned home for the summer, and George had even requested leave to be with him.

It hit me all at once: Preston was probably George’s son.

As he had complete trust in George, my grandfather had left the garage entirely under his control and never interfered. That meant the luxury cars Preston had been driving were likely taken directly from it.

With that thought in mind, I pointed at Preston and shifted my gaze to George.

“Even if this car does belong to the chairman, he’s also claiming to be his grandson. So, tell me, is he?”

George paled instantly. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his fingers trembled slightly.

However, his idiot son was still acting full of himself and hurling threats at me. “I’m telling you, whatever my grandfather says is law in Haverbrook. Pay ten million dollars or sleep with me. Otherwise, he’ll make sure you won’t even know what hit you!”

Preston then shot me a contemptuous glance.

“You’re just an intern driving a Rimac. You could work forever and still not come close to paying this off.”

As he spoke, he reached for my chest.

I could not tolerate the arrogant look on his face any longer and threw a punch.

“Argh!”

Preston clutched his nose and staggered back a few steps. Blood started seeping through his fingers.

“So, you’ve chosen the hard way, huh?”

He lunged at me, but I drove a hard kick into him, sending him crashing to the floor.

“Wretched woman! Fine. If I can’t hit you, I’ll wreck your car.”

With that, he jabbed a finger at my pink car and shouted viciously at the people around us, “Whoever wrecks that pink junker gets an immediate promotion and a raise!”

The crowd stirred at once.

Several men got out of their cars and picked up fire extinguishers and metal rods, itching to get started.

All this time, George stood off to the side in silence.

“George,” I said, fixing him with a cold stare. “My grandfather’s been good to you. Are you sure you want to do this? You’re not afraid he’ll throw you out when he finds out?”

Preston laughed like he had heard the greatest joke ever.

“Did you hear that? This woman actually thinks she’s the chairman’s granddaughter!”

The crowd roared with laughter.

“Is she delusional? She got called out and completely lost it.”

“Mr. Creed, hurry up and put her in her place!”

“The chairman’s granddaughter? Don’t be ridiculous. She’s nothing but a gold digger!”

George also laughed.

“If you’re going to lie, at least make it convincing, kid. Don’t you know the chairman’s granddaughter is studying overseas?”

He visibly relaxed and looked at my pink car with open ridicule.

“I’ve driven for years, and I’ve never seen him buy a pink car.”

It all became clear to me. George had no idea I had already returned from abroad, which was why he dared to let his son pretend to be Grandpa’s grandchild.

Unfortunately for him, he was unaware of the truth.

The pink car truly belonged to my grandfather. I had already figured out that it was probably a newly delivered vehicle that had not yet been logged to the garage records. Hence, he did not recognize it.

He also had no idea that Grandpa was sitting in the car at this very moment and had witnessed the entire spectacle.

The first fire extinguisher struck the car with a loud crash, and metal rods and wrenches followed soon after.

Preston hurled insults as he continued striking the car. “Women who drive pink cars are the worst. You deserve this!”

To everyone’s shock, the blush pink car was completely unscathed even after all the blows. Instead, their tools had bent out of shape.

“What in the world? Why is this piece of junk so tough?”

Someone suddenly pointed at the rear impact area and exclaimed, “Look!”

The black Rolls-Royce had a huge dent, but my pink car did not even have a scratch on its paintwork.

“Goodness! Are you kidding me? What in the world is this thing?”

I gently ran my hand over the car’s surface and said slowly, “You all know it’s a Rimac, but do you know that it’s a Rimac Nevera?”

Under their astonished gazes, I smiled faintly. “This is bulletproof.”

It was also the most expensive car in Grandpa’s garage.

Preston was livid. He raised a hammer high.

“I don’t care if it’s a Rimac or whatever! I’m going to smash your car to pieces today!”

His threats died in his throat as the pink car’s window slowly slid down, revealing Grandpa’s stern face.

My grandfather’s sharp gaze swept across the crowd before settling on Preston.

“Whose car did you say you were going to smash?” he asked in an icy tone.