The Rise Of Nicholas Hensaw

Chapter 32

"You're more foolish than I thought. I wonder what lie you'll tell the police when they get here," Stella said after Gabriel ended his call with the police.

"You know, it's all your fault! No one would have involved the police if you had let us go without insisting we compensate you," Gabriel said, trying to provoke Nicklaus.

"Look how he's dressed in that torn shirt, riding in an expensive Lincoln. You're dressed like the beggar you are," Stella spat.

"What did they used to call you again... Oh yes! Nicklaus the loser. You should be living in a dumpster," Gabriel added, expressing his contempt.

Nicklaus bit his lip, trying to control his anger, but he was reaching his limit. Just as he was about to react, police sirens caught their attention.

"It's time for you to face judgment, Nicklaus," Stella said smugly.

"Let's see who faces judgment," Nicklaus responded calmly.

"Thank goodness you're here, officer. That's the criminal right there—deal with him," Gabriel said, pointing to Nicklaus in the car.

"He's a loser and a thief. He stole the car and couldn't even drive properly while trying to park. Our cars collided, and his car got scratched. It was his fault—he's an inexperienced driver," Gabriel said, blaming the entire incident on Nicklaus.

"Now he's demanding compensation—for a car he stole!" he added.

The police officer looked at Nicklaus and said, "You're suspected of car theft and property damage. You need to come with me to the station."

Nicklaus narrowed his eyes and said angrily, "This is ridiculous! An accusation of car theft?" He paused and pointed at Gabriel.

"Don't tell me you believe his story. He's trying to cover up the incident with cheap lies and false accusations. He must compensate me for damaging my car, Gabriel," Nicklaus said sternly, emphasizing every word with confidence.

"Stop lying, Nicklaus. If the car is yours, then prove it, or I'll make sure you spend years in jail," Gabriel said, causing Nicklaus to chuckle softly.

"What if I can prove that I own it?" Nicklaus asked with a smirk.

"If you can prove you own this car, I'll lick it clean," Gabriel declared.

As Gabriel spoke, a Bentley pulled up next to the scene. Everyone turned to look as a man in a tuxedo stepped out with a briefcase.

Ignoring everyone else, he walked directly to Nicklaus and said, "Good day, sir. My name is Michael. I'm an insurance adjuster, and the insurance company sent me here."

"Good," Nicklaus said, finally stepping out of his car. He walked to the back where the damage occurred and said, "Here it is."

Michael nodded and walked around both cars, inspecting the scene before reporting, "Sir, both cars collided, and unfortunately, the back of your car was damaged. You were clearly in your lane, so the other party is liable for damages." He paused and began operating his iPad with a stylus.

"Since your car is the limited edition Lincoln, the other party owes one million dollars for repairs, sir," Michael informed them, causing Gabriel's jaw to drop.

"What? I'm not paying that money to this car thief," Gabriel protested.

"Why don't you prove you own this car? Go ahead! Prove it to us!" Gabriel demanded.

"You're a thief, Nicklaus. I've known you all these years, and I never thought you'd stoop to stealing a car and intentionally colliding with Gabriel's to get a million dollars from him," Stella said in disgust, trying to portray themselves as victims.

"Mr. Michael, why don't you prove that your client actually owns the car," Gabriel said, attempting to remain calm.

"I'm sorry, but our client information is confidential," Michael responded.

"No, it's fine, Michael. Why don't I give you my name to check the records?" Nicklaus offered.

"Certainly, sir, if that's your wish," Michael said respectfully.

"Nicklaus Henshaw," Nicklaus said, turning to Gabriel, who looked anxious. He smiled, then looked at Stella, who had placed her hand on her hip, waiting for the adjuster to check the insurance records.

Michael entered the name on his iPad and frowned. "What does it say?" Gabriel asked eagerly, curious about what made the insurance adjuster frown.

"Nicklaus Henshaw?" Michael asked again, seeking confirmation.

"Yes, what's the matter?" Nicklaus asked, trying to stay calm.

"That's not the name the car is registered under," Michael informed them, causing Stella to grin triumphantly.

"You see! You thief! If you think you can fool everyone, think again, Nicklaus. I was right all along. You only wanted the money, you dirty scumbag," Stella seized the opportunity to insult him.

Gabriel couldn't stop laughing mockingly. "Don't mind him, honey. He's a scumbag after all," Gabriel added before turning to the police officer.

"Please take him away. He deserves to rot in jail."

"How pathetic! You thought you could fool us?" Stella spat.

"Don't mind him—he's a loser," Gabriel said.

"You need to come with me to the station," the police officer said, taking out handcuffs.

Nicklaus quickly left a voicemail for Chris before going with the officers.

He was immediately taken to an interrogation room. "Criminal! Start talking!" the officer said angrily, slamming his hand on the desk in front of Nicklaus.

"I don't know what they're talking about. That car belongs to me," Nicklaus said, defending himself.

"Stop lying to us. The insurance adjuster confirmed that your name isn't registered as the owner," the police officer said.

"That's because my father gave the car to me as a gift," Nicklaus insisted, maintaining that he didn't steal the car.

"Who's your father?" the police officer asked, raising his eyebrows.