When Marvin heard what Ivan and Dave said, his expression shifted from panic to smugness.

"Did you hear that? Looks like your coworkers are smarter than you! I'll say this one last time—get out of my way!

"If you don't, not only will I post the video, but I'll also file a complaint and sue all of you!"

As he spoke, he tried to force his way out. I tightened my grip on his wrist, refusing to budge. Anthony shifted sideways in response, leaving no gap between us.

Marvin was getting frantic and red-eyed. "Damn it! Let go of me! Let me go!"

He abruptly swung his arm hard, his elbow striking me right in the left eye. Pain shot through me in an instant.

My vision went black for a second. Something warm trickled down from my brow.

Everyone in the showroom went silent. With a murderous look in his eyes, Marvin raised his fist once more. "You bastard, you don't know when to quit, do you? You still dare stand in my way?"

Before he could swing again, a shout came from behind me. "What are you doing? Stop!"

As the police officer rushed in, he immediately noticed the blood running down my face. He stepped forward and forcibly separated Marvin and me. "That injury looks serious. Don't move around for the time being."

He turned toward the staff in the showroom. "Is there a first aid kit?"

The receptionist quickly brought gauze and antiseptic wipes.

I pressed the gauze against my brow and was about to speak when Marvin cut in immediately, "Officer, perfect timing! You need to settle this for me!"

He came forward with a look of grievance. "Not only are they violating our sales contract, but they're also refusing to let me leave!

"I only acted in self-defense because I was forced into a corner! They were the ones illegally detaining me first!"

Ignoring Marvin, the officer stared at me. "Were you the one who called us, saying 'engine failure'?"

I nodded without hesitation.

His face grew even more stern. "You do know that making a false police report can land you in jail, right?"

My answer was immediate. "I know. But I'm certain it's him."

"What made you so certain?"

Marvin couldn't contain himself anymore. Breathing heavily, he barked, "What do you mean by it's me? You're just picking a fight with me because you have nothing better to do!"

Paying him no attention, I said in a calm but decisive tone, "His car. He did a good job covering it up, but his car gave him away."

Marvin's face twisted in an instant as he tensed up noticeably. "What about my car? My car is fine!"

I paid him no mind, pointing at the black G900 parked outside the showroom. "It's that one. Check the trunk. Something is leaking out."

Everyone turned to look where I was pointing.

At the entrance, the brand-new black G900 was there. It had a classy, luxurious shine to it. But along the edge of the trunk lid, there was a streak of dark red.

That wasn't oil, water, or ordinary mud.

The officer stared at the streak fixedly as he instinctively moved his hand to his radio.

When Marvin noticed everyone's stare, he swallowed hard. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead. Even so, he still put on a tough front.

"What are you all looking at? So what if something's leaking? Isn't it normal for a new car to have a bit of oil leakage?"

No one said a word in response.

The officer just stood there, staring at the stain. His expression grew more serious by the second. "Open the trunk. I need to inspect it."

Upon hearing that, Marvin snapped, "On what grounds? What right do you have to search my car?"

He took two steps back, placing himself in front of his car. "This is my car! No one is allowed to check it, not even the police!"

Although he tried to sound tough, his eyes were wide, and his lips were dry. Those are signs of extreme guilt.

Staring at him, I firmly said, "Open the trunk."

"You think you can order me around? Who the hell do you think you are?"

Clenching his key tightly in his fist, he turned to the police officer. "I'm starting to think that this dealership is trying to extort me! Are you all in on this together?"

The officer's expression darkened. "Watch what you say."

By now, the showroom was packed wall-to-wall with onlookers, all filming on their phones.

Even though blood was running down my brow, I still hadn't let go of his wrist.

Anthony stood right next to me. "Mr. Haas, open the trunk. If you've got nothing to hide, then this will be all over once everyone has a look.

"But if you refuse, then I have to assume there is something you don't want seen."

Under the pressure of the crowd, Marvin slowly turned pale.

The officer frowned. "Sir, if you cooperate, and there's nothing wrong, this will be resolved quickly. Your refusal will only raise suspicion."

Marvin's hands started shaking. After a long pause, he loosened his grip. The key fell to the ground with a sharp clink.

He glared at me, his eyes growing cold and threatening. "Fine. Take a look, then. But you're going to regret this."

I picked up the key before heading over to the rear of the car.

I took a deep breath. The entire place went silent as I inserted the key. But inside the trunk was empty.

There were no red stains or suspicious packages, only a spotless black carpet.

The crowd went eerily quiet. Marvin broke into a nasty grin. "See? There's nothing. My car is spotless!"

He strode up to the police officer, pointing at me. "This guy's making false accusations! He hit me, pushed me, and restricted my freedom! I'm pressing charges!"

The officer turned to me. The suspicion in his eyes had turned into disappointment. "And where is the thing you claimed?"

Anthony walked over to look inside as well, and his face fell.

Dave finally broke the silence. "See? I knew it. There's no way Mr. Haas is that kind of person. Great! Now our reputation is ruined!"

Ivan approached us. "My S-Class deal just fell through. The customer walked away."

While the crowd began to disperse, Marvin straightened his collar. "Officer, I want him charged. Also, I'm going to sue this dealership!"

The officer sighed. "You'll need to come with us to give a statement."

I stood there, my eyes locked on the G900. No, something didn't add up.

For dark liquid to be leaking out from the gap of the trunk meant it couldn't have been this clean on the inside.

I walked slowly around the car and then suddenly stopped. A thought broke through my mental fog in an instant. "That's it!"