“Thanks!” Kayden said.
But the girl didn’t say anything to him. She simply strutted ahead, her long legs carrying her with an effortless grace.
There was no denying it-beyond her striking features, her legs were particularly captivating, perfectly proportioned, smooth, and toned in all the right ways.
She walked directly to the Porsche 918 parked outside and quickly got into the driver’s seat. Kayden followed and sat in the passenger seat.
“Hey, have you ever driven a Porsche before?” the girl asked, glancing sideways at him, already assuming he hadn’t.
Kayden shook his head lightly. “No.”
It was true. He had driven tanks, armored vehicles, and battle cars but never one of these so-called “luxury toys.”
“Hmph!” The girl scoffed, her tone dripping with disdain. “I knew it. You’re just a country bumpkin-you’ve probably never driven anything like this.”
With several impatient instructions from the girl, Kayden finally managed to get the Porsche smoothly onto the road.
“Do you know why you don’t see any taxis or cars on this road?” she asked, her curiosity piqued.
Kayden shook his head. “I don’t know.”
The girl blinked, a flicker of exasperation crossing her face. She couldn’t believe his indifference. “Ugh! Why do you always just say you don’t know? Can’t you at least ask why?”
Kayden remained silent. The truth was, he didn’t care. This wasn’t the kind of thing that interested him. His mind was already fixed on getting to the old town as quickly as possible.
But the girl wasn’t done. “You’re clearly not from around here,” she continued her tone now a mix of superiority and amusement.
“Let me tell you something.” She leaned in as if about to reveal a secret. “This road is called Young Master Road. A while back, a family of four from out of town came here for a vacation. They were driving along this very road when a group of rich, reckless kids-sons of local elites-crashed into them while racing their supercars. The whole family died on the spot. Because the victims were from out of town, the authorities covered it up. Only the local drivers know to avoid this road.”
“Oh,” Kayden responded with a single, nonchalant syllable.
The girl was visibly frustrated now. She had been hoping to scare him, to get some sort of reaction. But Kayden’s indifference left her wondering if he was just slow to catch on.
The girl continued, her voice tinged with a mix of pride and warning. “This road is nicknamed Young Master Road because it’s a playground for some rich kids. Every flashy car you see speeding down here belongs to some heir with too much money and not enough sense. There have been countless accidents on this road. People have died, and those who didn’t-well, they had no choice but to swallow their anger. Do you know why? No one dares to challenge these guys. Day or night, this road belongs to them.”
She leaned in, her voice lowering as she added, “One time, Kyler hit a taxi driver. The guy didn’t die right away; he just broke a leg. But Kyler was pissed that the driver had the nerve to be in his way. So, he ran him over again, right there, finishing the job. Do you even know who Kyler is? He’s the son of the Clarkson family.”
Kayden smiled faintly. He had heard this story before-from another driver, no less. He glanced at her. “So, what you’re really saying is that I shouldn’t be on this road?”
The girl, sensing her moment, hugged the book she held closer to her chest and gave a self-satisfied hum. “Exactly! Stop the car now while you still can. Otherwise, my boyfriend is going to catch up with us.”
“Oh?” Kayden’s response was calm, almost too calm. “That won’t be a problem.”
The girl’s frustration flared. This guy wasn’t reacting at all the way she expected! He didn’t even ask who her boyfriend was. Was he really that clueless?
She snapped, “Hey, you idiot! Do you even realize who my boyfriend is?”
At the word “idiot,” Kayden’s eyes darkened, and he turned his head sharply, glaring at the girl with an intensity that made her recoil.
He had been called many things in his life, but “idiot” was a label he had endured for far too long. For years, he had borne it silently, but now, hearing it from a stranger-this girl-was a step too far. It felt like a deliberate provocation.
In truth, he wouldn’t hesitate to end this girl’s arrogance if he had to.
“I suggest you don’t call me ‘idiot’ a second time,” Kayden said, his voice cold and menacing.
…
Meanwhile, a young man with a buzz cut, an earring, and a tattoo snaking up his neck was sitting in a Ferrari.
His fingers gripped a walkie-talkie tightly as he barked into it, “What? Nadia’s with some guy? And he’s driving her Porsche?”
“Yeah, Mr. Clarkson. It’s just an average-looking guy, clearly not from here,” said the voice on the other end, hard to hear over the loud jet engines.
“Damn it!” Kyler snarled, his fury barely contained. “Get the team ready! I want that guy caught, and I’ll deal with him personally.”
With that, Kyler ended the call and immediately dialed Nadia’s number.
Within minutes, a convoy of high-end sports cars roared to life, tearing down the ring road at breakneck speed, engines screaming as they closed in on their target.
Nadia stared at the smug man before her, a burning desire for revenge flickering to life in her chest. This country bumpkin had the nerve to threaten her? It was clear he had no idea who he was dealing with.
If she didn’t teach him a lesson, he’d never learn to be afraid of the right people.
Just then, Kyler’s call came in. Nadia answered immediately, switching on the speakerphone with a sly smile.
“Nadia, who the hell is that guy driving the car?” Kyler’s voice barked from the other end, filled with urgency.
Nadia sneered. “Wow, your information network is fast, huh? You found out already?”
“Cut the crap. Tell me who he is!” Kyler snapped.
Nadia glanced at Kayden, her eyes narrowing with mischief. “He’s my boyfriend now. What? Got a problem with that?”
The silence on the other end was short but tense, full of anger. “Boyfriend? What?! I’m telling you to make him stop the car right now!”
“Are you out of your mind? If you want him to stop, come catch up yourself!” Nadia shot back before slamming her finger down on the call to end it.
Her plan was working perfectly. Kyler’s fury was now boiling, and once he was this mad, there was no way the man beside her would walk away unscathed.
She turned to Kayden, her grin widening with malicious delight. “Hey, just so you know, my boyfriend is Kyler Clarkson, the eldest son of Inassea’s third most powerful family. He’s also the leader of the Young Masters Gang. He’s furious right now because you’ve got me in this car. If you beg me, maybe I’ll think about helping you out.”
Kayden didn’t miss a beat and replied casually, “Wait, I thought I was your boyfriend?”
Nadia’s smug expression instantly twisted into a scowl. Did this backwater idiot just have the nerve to play along with her joke?
She glared at him in disgust. “What the hell are you talking about? Have you ever looked in a mirror lately?”
Kayden’s lips curled into a cold smile. “I didn’t force you to say it. Those were your words.”
“Ugh, you’re insane!” Nadia’s eyes flashed with anger. If Kayden weren’t driving, she would’ve slapped him across the face immediately. She had thought she’d picked out a simple pushover, but instead, she’d ended up with an infuriatingly arrogant man.
A few moments later, a line of sleek sports cars appeared in the rearview mirror, advancing rapidly.
Nadia’s eyes lit up with glee. She turned to Kayden, almost bouncing in her seat with excitement. “Look! The Young Masters are on our tail! Now, it’s too late for you to beg-even if you wanted to!”