Let’s start all over again,shall we?

Chapter 237 Boredom Creeps In

Nathael’s car ascended Table Mountain, the city’s lights muted, casting a serene aura. Seated inside, he fixated on the night sky, sidestepping certain thoughts.

He didn’t want to think why she wouldn’t take his calls, or why she threw Nolan off and shut down her phone, or how she was together with Leo.

Are you feeling restless? Or just tired of the relationship already!

Nathael glanced away, sensing a heaviness in his chest.

Seated in the passenger seat, Maggie’s gaze lingered on the vibrant red Lamborghini beside them. The flashy car drew her attention, as a rather charming affluent man gripped the wheel. He shot her a playful grin.

“Hey there, gorgeous. Fancy a spin in my ride? It’s way better than the one you’re eyeing,” he quipped, leaning out in an attempt to catch Maggie’s interest.

His remark failed to impress her.

Maggie chuckled, “Impressive? Prove it first, then we’ll chat.”

The man grinned, taking her response in stride. “Deal. If I win, you owe me a drink.”

Maggie chuckled once more, swiftly rolling up the car window before he could say another word.

With a sense of restlessness and a lack of interest in small talk, Maggie suddenly felt a stirring desire to cause some mischief.

Soon, a stunning woman in a revealing outfit, accentuating her curves, strolled to the starting line holding two flags, poised to kick off the race.

Engines roared, igniting the atmosphere with anticipation. Leo’s hands tightened on the wheel, his demeanour calm and collected, unruffled by the taunts of onlookers. He maintained his composure, displaying no eagerness for the imminent race.

Her head tilted, Maggie looked out into the night, thinking about her unfortunate state.

I’m still alive, but dead inside.

God, this is annoying.

D*mn you, Camerons!

with this poison plan must be cursed.

clear. They craved

Absolutely revolting!

night of self–pity, Maggie pledged to stay authentic

broke.

25 May

Boredom

cars roared to life, commanding

snapping her back to the present moment. Despite the closed windows, the wind’s furious howl reverberated in her ears, accompanied by

surged through Maggie, sharpening her

or sixth place, with cars jostling closely both ahead and behind,

impending peril–a treacherous downhill stretch lay ahead, boasting

drawing crowds of spectators to

area, a Maybach glided in, its arrival unassuming yet commanding

attention.

his gaze locked on the imposing screen mounted

one is it?”

tone, and he didn’t move a muscle. Quietly, he answered, “The white Ferrari.

It didn’t stand out among the sea of supercars, but it screamed Leo. Not too loud, but

the cars started getting into the bends.

vision wavering, and her heart racing, a suffocating whirlwind

chaos, she couldn’t ignore the electrifying surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins, a euphoric rush that

lamented, a hint of remorse colouring her words

ever since Sierra’s reliance

piling on

sudden sharp turn and aggressive

twist of fate, a car behind them lost control, careening into theirs with a

stayed cool, his icy demeanour unshaken. Checking the rearview

Sat, 25 May

Boredom Creeps in

contain their shock. “Is that guy insane? Speeding on this terrain? Is he aiming for a cliff dive?”

in the passenger seat, quite a looker. I hope she