Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life

"Your driving skills need work," Flora commented, watching his clumsy attempts, a hint of amusement in her voice.

Way weaker than she had imagined.

With skills like that, where did he get the nerve to mess with someone else's car?

Kruz could handle being called a fool, but no one insulted his driving!

Hearing Flora's words, his eyes flared up with anger. "You've got some nerve, making jokes at a time like this. We're both stuck, you know."

He said, pouting, but soon his bravado deflated into a resigned sigh: "Fine, call my brother."

Sure, getting caught by his brother meant a good thrashing, but what other choice did he have?

This foolish woman was still in his car!

He wasn't too involved with these people, and they supposedly didn't target women, but who knew for sure!

"No need to call him."

Several cars were hot on their tail, trying to corner them with tricky maneuvers.

Flora licked her lips and glanced at Kruz: "Today, I'll show you what real racing looks like."

"Speed up, turn the wheel ninety degrees to the left."

Kruz didn't

another aiming straight at them, trying to force a

was firm: "Keep to the right, jump, and shift to fourth

her, and Kruz felt as if he

realized it, he had already

the neighboring vehicle, miraculously breaking

satisfaction as she continued her commands: "Clutch down, steer one hundred eighty degrees to the right, jump, and sharp turn!" "No,

frowned, the best opportunity was

a useless teammate

inwardly, she snatched the steering

Her voice was sharp!

hit the

twisted the wheel, the car tilted, running on just two

drift couldn't have

down,

and disbelief: "Did Kruz

when did Kruz have

wasn't he

be that being pushed to the limit unleashed his potential?! Meanwhile, in the

the car was

the steering