When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster Chapter 746: Faking an Accident

It was only Tuesday today, so I’ll tell Rachel Sherman about the dinner plans tomorrow on Wednesday, to give her so ntal preparation.

What needs to be faced should be faced together.

The next morning, Rachel Sherman got up and was brushing her teeth when she received a call from her editor—

"Rachel, I’ve got a last-minute interview for you. It’s with an old lady who has adopted many stray cats, right across from your apartnt complex. Her last na is Hughes. We need to cover this act of kindness. Go record so videos and take a few photos! Oh, and you can co to the office by ten today!"

"Got it, editor."

"You have a cara at ho, right?"

"Yes, but I need to adjust it. I haven’t used it for a while."

"Alright then, hurry up. This Granny Hughes usually doesn’t stay at ho, she might go out looking for cats at night."

"Okay, okay."

So after leaving ho, Rachel stood on the sidewalk, hurriedly adjusting her cara equipnt while waiting for the green light, recording clip after clip, though the footage wasn’t particularly stable.

Screech—

Suddenly!

A white sedan sped over and slamd on the brakes abruptly, the wheels nearly smoking with friction!

It startled Rachel and the row of young people waiting for the light beside her! Instinctively, they stepped back a few paces.

Then they saw a middle-aged woman in a dark red coat lying in front of the white sedan!

She was moaning, "I’ve been hit! Oh, it hurts! Oh, it hurts so much!" Holding her knee, her body curled up in great discomfort.

In the back seat of the white sedan, a middle-aged woman in a Chanel-style suit, who exuded sophistication, arched her eyebrows, "What’s happening?"

"Madam, it seems we might have hit soone..." the driver said shakily, "It...it looks like we didn’t hit her, she ca rushing at us. I braked in ti."

"A scam?" The called ’madam’ rubbed her forehead, glanced at her watch, was in a hurry, "Did you hit her or not? Get out and check!"

"I didn’t hit her, I didn’t hit her!" The driver was now sure, quickly unbuckling his seatbelt and getting out of the car.

"Oww! You hit ... How do you drive?" The woman in the red coat grimaced in pain, lying in an incredibly ungraceful position in front of the car, clutching the driver’s leg, "Oww, my leg’s broken, you need to pay up! It hurts so much!"

More and more people gathered to watch, Rachel was among them, astonished with her jaw dropping! She glanced at the woman, then at the footage she just captured!

"Let go of ! Let go!" The driver panicked, maintaining a respectful distance.

"Get up, stop acting! With heaven and earth as my witness, I didn’t hit you! Who hit you? Get off !"

But the woman clung to the driver like an accessory, unable to be shaken off!

At this mont, the crowd of people waiting for the bus began to gather around, more and more—

"If you hit soone, you should take them to the hospital! Why try to escape?!"

"Why? Do people driving luxury cars have no manners now?"

"The car braked so abruptly, and you say it didn’t hit her?"

The woman saw the public opinion shifting in her favor, and she beca even more dramatic, claiming pain everywhere.

She was betting on the fact that this stretch of road had no surveillance, having scamd many unlucky souls here before.

"Obviously you hit , how can you lie so brazenly?" The middle-aged woman appeared in great pain, struggling to get up, but realizing she couldn’t move, she held on tightly to the driver’s leg.

At this mont, the car’s rear door opened, and the Chanel-style middle-aged woman got out too. She donned high heels, her deanor elegant and exuding an aura, "What’s going on?"