Breaking Mr. Cold (Giselle and Donovan) novel Chapter 127

Hearing this, Gideon scoffed.

"Well, well," he drawled out, his voice thick with amusement. "Are you actually a lawyer, Ms. Holt?"

He deliberately spread his legs, almost touching Giselle's knee in the meantime.

She shifted in her chair and replied, "What I'm trying to say is don't take me as a fool. You can't just swindle whatever amount you want from me."

"Huh. You're just so stubborn, aren't you?"

He took out his phone, clicked on his album, then pulled out several photos that showed the cost of certain car parts and other relevant evidence. Slinging an arm over the back of her chair, he drew himself closer to her and brandished his phone at her.

"Take a look. This is the price of the original imported versions. Am I really scamming money off you?"

Giselle took a glance. Most of them were technical jargon about cars that she didn't understand, along with photos of various parts—she wasn't even sure they all belonged to this car.

What irked her more was that while she was looking at his phone, he had been quite close to her. His arm was resting behind her chair, and the air crackled with sexual tension.

She couldn't bother to look at the bill any longer. Tossing the phone back to him, she sprang to her feet and deliberately moved to the other side of the room to put distance between them.

"Sorry, Mr. Grayson," she said, arms crossed while leaning against the table.

Without losing an ounce of confidence, she continued, "I'm not acknowledging this repair bill. First, you need to prove which of these repairs was actually caused by the collision. Each price needs to have a clear, legally valid justification."

His features were roguish, and when he smirked, there was a wicked, rebellious charm. When he didn't, he looked cold and dangerous. Combined with his complicated background, he wasn't someone to be underestimated.

But Giselle wasn't the type to be intimidated. She stood her ground, her tone righteous and unyielding.

"I'm not playing games with you. I'll be honest with you—I don't have that much money. Even if I did, I wouldn't hand it over without a proper explanation. Call the police if you want!"

Under the staff's concerned and surprised gazes, she turned and strode out of the after-sales lounge. She planned to transfer 100,000 dollars to the finance office, then leave.

Catching the defiance etched across her exquisite features, Gideon couldn't help but chuckle to himself. It only made him all the more interested in getting to know her.