She Swapped My Mercedes Engine So I Sued Her Into Debt
Language: en
"Something's off with this engine, ma'am." The mechanic at the Mercedes dealership service center emerged from beneath the hood, his expression a strange mix of confusion and seriousness. I stared at him. "What's off?" "The original factory setup for this car is an imported engine," he said, wiping his hands with a rag. "The one in here now... it's not." I looked at the open engine bay. Just three months ago, before my Aunt Joyce borrowed the car, everything under that hood had been pristine. "So what is it now?" I asked. The mechanic avoided my eye. "Could you wait in the lounge? I need…