Chapitre 395: My fault?

Hours later...

"Phew! Arrived safely." Zoey whistled, searching for a place to park not far away from the well-known country club. 

After she did so, Zoey immediately got out of the car, walking straight to the trunk to see how damaged it was. Upon laying her eyes on it, her eyes twitched. 

"Why am I even surprised?" She mumbled, questioning herself as if she didn't expect this much damage. "Good thing that it might look flimsy, but the shell is well-coated." She added, knocking on the crumpled part lightly. 

However, as soon as she did, the lower part suddenly collapsed, causing her to jump back. "Aish!" She clicked her tongue, realizing it was barely holding on. Her knocking was its last straw, the one last push. 

"Damn it..." Zoey scratched the back of her head, sighing. "It's just its second day in my possession and it's already in this state." Once again, another heavy sigh slipped past her lips.