A confident pauper

"Your driver almost bumped into my car, shouldn't you apologize for the damage that you almost caused?" Ansel smirked devilishly, the sun casting down on his face and making him look more hotter than he already was.

Ansel recalled the moments leading up to the near-collision, and he was certain of one thing-the middle-aged man was clearly at fault.

The road was divided into distinct lanes, yet the man had disregarded these boundaries, encroaching into the path of Ansel’s vehicle.

His reckless driving had nearly caused damage, and Ansel was determined to make sure that the man took responsibility for his actions.

The heat of the day had done nothing to cool Ansel's temper, and he felt fully justified in demanding an apology from the man.

Jules clapped his hands together in an attempt to mock Ansel.

"If you knew who I was, you wouldn't be speaking to me as if we were equals. I owe you no apology, but maybe it’ll teach you some manners.”

Ansel thought that the man must be crazy, he ha