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Simon looked like someone had just punched his face, his eyes were wide and he still couldn’t believe that I had just opened the car and hopped in.

“T—this can’t be,” he muttered, his disbelief obvious in his tone and his face still showing giddy utter disbelief, “y— y— you can’t be the owner.” He added.

“HE’S LYING!” He finally yelled out loud for the security guards to also hear him, “he’s not the owner of the car! You should do something.” He added.

The security guards looked at each other, they were confused with no idea what to do since they could see that my palmprint had obviously opened the car.

If I wasn’t the owner of the car then there was no way that my palmprint would’ve been able to open the door.

“Why are you standing around and doing nothing?!” Simon finally barked at them, “you should pull him out of that car and arrest him right now!” He added.

“But Sir—”

“You think HE can afford a car like this?” Simon cut in before any of the security guards could say anything, “he