The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 86

Roxanne was puzzled. Mr. Alexander seemed to be way too concerned about her.

She had only met him twice and had one meal with him, why was he so interested in her welfare?

It was only when Alexander confirmed that Roxanne only had a superficial injury on her forehead, that

he breathed a sigh of relief. Otherwise, Harrison, who was in London, would have dropped his

important affairs and flown back to Seraphim Haven straight away.

Alexander quickly texted Harrison. [Chill, your wife only has a minor scrape on her forehead. I'll take

care of her car accident, so you don't need to rush back. Finish your stuff, then come back.]

If Harrison had to come back early, Alexander would have to deal with everything instead. He would

have to fly to London again.

Then, his wife would get pissed off because he wasn't there for her. He would have to figure out how to

make it up to her. So, in Alexander's mind, helping Harrison sort out his domestic affairs and taking

good care of his wife was like killing two birds with one stone.

Just then, a young man, who was driving the Bugatti, approached. His previous arrogance, superiority,

and disdain for others disappeared in an instant when he saw Alexander. He immediately became

obsequious. "Mr. Alexander, what a coincidence, didn't expect to bump into you here."

Alexander had no recollection of the young man. "Who are you?"

"Mr. Alexander, don't you remember me? I'm the son of one of your suppliers. You had dinner with my

father once."

"Supplier?"

"Remember the renewable energy project? My dad showed you the proposal."

Alexander vaguely remembered him and nodded. "I recall now. But what's going on here?" He was

referring to the car accident.

He continued, "Roxanne is my friend, did you block her way and cause her to crash?"

The young man instantly became submissive and kept apologizing to Roxanne.

"Ms. Martinez, right? I'm so sorry, I didn't know we were all friends. Yeah, it was my bad, I braked too

abruptly, and that's why you crashed into me. I'm really sorry. Ms. Martinez, how about this, I'll get your

car towed and fixed, and then I'll return it to you. Is that okay?"

Ha! Roxanne sneered inwardly. Facing the richer and more powerful Mr. Alexander, this young man

suddenly became submissive, from cursing like a sailor to being extremely polite. Mr. Alexander really

did her a solid today.

Seeing her frown, the young man hurriedly apologized, "Ms. Martinez, I was wrong earlier, I hope you

can forgive me."

Roxanne retorted coldly, "Actually, I should be apologizing to you. I crashed into your car, and I will Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

definitely pay for the damages."

The young man looked like he was about to cry. "Please, don't say that, if I hadn't failed to see clearly

and drove in front of you, you wouldn't have crashed into me. I wouldn't dare ask you for money. I

promise to fix your car within one day and return it to you."

Alexander intervened. "Ms. Martinez, let him fix it. You're injured. I'll take you to see a doctor."

Roxanne did indeed have a wound on her forehead. She touched it and saw a good amount of blood

on her hand. The wound was also a bit painful.

After some persuasion from Alexander, she got into his Shelby Supercars sports car.

She knew about the Bentley, Rolls-Royce, and Maybach, but she had never seen a Shelby Supercars

before.

She had to check the logo. Shelby Supercars had a diamond logo. Was this a sports car worth millions

of dollars?

Poverty really did limit her imagination. She thought the most expensive cars were the Bentley and

Rolls-Royce. She never thought there were Shelby Supercars that cost millions. No wonder that young

man changed his attitude so quickly and became so obsequious when he saw Mr. Alexander.

"Mr. Alexander, I really appreciate your help today."

"Hey!" Alexander said while driving. “We’re friends, no need to be formal. As long as you’re okay.”

Friends? When did they become friends? Roxanne felt that Mr. Alexander was too enthusiastic and

caring towards her. It was a bit strange.

“Mr. Alexander, when we get to the hospital, you can just drop me off.”

“How can I do that? How can I let you go to the hospital alone.”

“I don’t want to bother you.”

“Ms. Martinez, you’re being too polite. We’re friends.”

“Mr. Alexander, I’m curious. There’s such a huge gap between our social statuses. You’re high up

there, basically in heaven, and I’m down here, on earth. I don't think there's any way you can exploit

me, so why are you so caring towards me?"

Alexander couldn't respond for a moment.

Roxanne bluntly asked, "Mr. Alexander, can you tell me straight up, what value I have to you?

Otherwise, I will always feel a bit uneasy."

Alexander couldn't answer. Smart people were different indeed. She had figured out that his purpose

for approaching her was not ordinary, but he couldn't tell Roxanne that Harrison was his good friend.

Alexander could only explain, "Roxanne, you're overthinking. I was just passing by today, saw your car

crash, and came down to check. To me, it's just a small matter."

Was she really being too sensitive? Thinking about it, for Mr. Alexander, this really was just a small

matter.

Roxanne finally let her guard down. "Okay, I was being paranoid. Sorry, Mr. Alexander."

These people at the top of society really were amazing. With just a word and a glance, they could solve

a problem that ordinary people like her had to go bankrupt to resolve. If it wasn't for Mr. Alexander's

help, she would have gone completely bankrupt today.

"Mr. Alexander, thank you. Your help today saved me from a potential disaster. If there's ever anything

you need help with, I'll do my best to assist." But she doubted whether someone like Mr. Alexander, a

high roller, would ever need her help.

Alexander, however, quickly responded, "You said it. I'll remember that." He might actually need

Roxanne's help. Because dealing with Harrison could be a real pain in the ass. Having Roxanne as a

mediator could make things a lot easier.

Alexander didn't take Roxanne to the hospital. Instead, he brought her to the headquarters of

Rodriguez Group and let her stay in his office. "Roxanne, wait here for a moment. I'll call the doctor

from the medical room to treat the wound on your forehead."

"I could have gone to the hospital myself. I don't want to trouble you."

"It's no trouble. It would be more annoying for you to queue up in the hospital. It's no sweat off my back

to help you."

"I really appreciate it."

"Just wait here for a bit, I'll be right back."

She had initially wanted to go to the hospital herself, but he took her straight to his company. After

Alexander left, Roxanne waited on the sofa for a while.

Bored, she got up and looked around. Alexander's office was spacious and bright with a great view. On

the desk, there were two photo frames. One was a picture of Alexander with his wife Hazel.

Hazel and Roxanne had met once.

The other frame held a photo of Alexander with Harrison. Roxanne looked at the photo of Alexander

and Hazel for a while, her gaze about to shift to the other frame...