Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System

CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND SEVENTEEN

Richard’s POV

I walked into the city traffic department, feeling like I was on a mission. My mind kept going back to that little girl lying on the hospital bed, her mother’s tear-filled eyes, and the asshole who drove off like he hadn’t just destroyed two lives.

“Can I help you, sir?” a woman at the front desk asked, looking up from her computer.

“Yeah, I need to speak with the traffic commissioner. It’s important.”

She eyed me up and down, probably trying to figure out if I was serious or just another guy making trouble. Finally, she gave a nod and told me to take a seat. I settled into one of the plastic chairs that looked like they’d seen better days. Time crawled, and after about twenty minutes of waiting, I started to lose my patience.

When the receptionist finally called my name, I followed her into the commissioner’s office. The room was small but tidy, with papers neatly stacked and a couple of plaques on the wall. Behind the desk sat a woman in her late forties, mayb