CHAPTER 689 THE WIFE OF JARED OCEAN

Agas station in Channing.

Nathan Cross was driving in his red car, waiting for his turn to fuel up some gas.

It was a weekend and there were many cars at the station. Nathan Cross had been waiting for over ten minutes. Sitting in the car were also Penny Smith, Benson Smith, Leah Smith, and Queenie Smith.

Queenie Smith was feeling slightly anxious and asked, "Papa, is it our turn yet? We have been waiting for so long."

"My teacher had told us that all parents must arrive at the school by nine in the morning to attend the Parents Teacher Meeting. | hope that we won't be late."

Queenie Smith had been doing well in her kindergarten, getting praises and tokens from her teacher. She was never late to class and had never once left the class early. She had set a good example to the other kids in her class.

Her teacher had been reminding all the parents to be punctual for the meeting, and Queenie Smith was worried that Nathan Cross was going to be late for such an important event.

Nathan Cross looked at his watch and looked at the car ahead of him. The car was already filling up its gas. So, Nathan Cross looked at her and gave her a loving smile, "Don't worry my dear, it will be our turn next. | promise you that we will not be late for the meeting, ok?"

Queenie Smith felt relieved and let out a chuckle, "Ok, papa!" After the car in front had left, it was Nathan's turn to drive up to the fuel pumps.

However, before he could do so, a lavish Maserati worth millions appeared out of the blue, speeding like a bullet towards the gas station. It overtook all the cars that were waiting in line and cut right ahead of Nathan's car before he could even move

forward.

Nathan Cross was annoyed and Penny Smith could not help but frown too. She commented, "Who is this person? How could she cut into our lane without queueing up?"

The gas attendant who was working at the station was also taken aback by the driver's action. Feeling rather awkward, she knocked on the window with a bitter smile on her face and chided, "Ma’‘am, it's the weekend today and everyone is queueing up, waiting for their turn to get some gas. Would you mind moving to the back, lining up just like everyone else?"

The window was wound down and inside the Maserati sat a woman, adorned in jewelry with her sunglasses on. It was Susan Ocean, the wife of the South's renowned billionaire, Jared Ocean!

She took a look at the gas attendant with much despise, then rummaged through her handbag, taking out one thousand. She then threw the money out of the window and spoke coldly, "Queue up? You must be kidding me. Fill up my tank now, and more money will be rewarded to you soon.”

“Moreover, please do not knock on my window again. Open your eyes wide and look carefully... This is an imported Maserati, you won't be able to pay for the window if it were to be damaged.”

The gas attendant frowned at the notes scattered across the floor, before glancing at the pompous woman again helplessly. She wanted to ask Susan Ocean to drive out from the station and queue up, once more.

Nathan Cross had lost his patience and alighted his car. He approached her car, looked at Susan Ocean coldly and questioned, “Everyone is queueing up, why can't you do the same?"

Susan Ocean cast a disdainful glance at Nathan Cross, before taking a look at his red car from her rear-view mirror. Pouting with sheer sarcasm, she pronounced, "Don't talk to me if you're driving a cheap car. Change your car to a better one before you come and talk to me!"

Nathan Cross did not open his mouth and walked back to his car.

Susan Ocean and the gas attendant, together with the rest of the cars around them thought that Nathan Cross had given up on talking to Susan Ocean.

When he got into his car, he told everyone to buckle up and hold on to Queenie tight. Then, he started the engine and floored the accelerator.

Sitting in her Maserati, feeling all superior to the other drivers out there, Susan Ocean thought to herself, ‘What can you lowlife people do to me?"

All of a sudden, the gas attendant let out a shriek. Before Susan Ocean could react, Nathan Cross came right from the back, ramming into her Maserati.

Nathan's car may have looked like it was only worth two hundred thousand, but inastyat tact his Car Was sachet in disguise, worth over twenty million. The impact was so large that the Maserati had suffered heavy damage. Please read the original content at .

Susan Ocean also lost control of the Maserati and plunged into the drain by the roadside. Loud screams and continuous swearing could be heard from the Maserati. Everyone at the gas station was in utter shock.

Nathan Cross wound down the window and smiled at the ga om attendan "Helqcande day to you, canlysu elp fill up my gas tank please, I'm in a hurry." Please read the original content at .

Recovering from the shock, the gas attendant hurriedly filled up the gas for Nathan Cross. She looke aN Nathan C oss’ ecbBMiil Gnd noticed havider not damaged at all. When she had turned back, to look at the Maserati, the rear bumper was badly wrecked, with the front part of the car stuck inside the drain. Please read the original content at .

An inexpressible joy crept up on her instantly and she thought to herself, ‘My gosh, this man is unbelievable!"

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