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!

poison plan must be

their desire to use her for their own ends became clear. They craved the benefits of her success but dreaded the

Absolutely revolting!

a night of self–pity, Maggie pledged to stay authentic to herself when

broke.

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Boredom

a dozen cars roared to life, commanding the track with their

back to the present moment. Despite the closed windows, the

through Maggie, sharpening her

with cars jostling closely both ahead and behind, keeping

peril–a treacherous downhill stretch lay ahead, boasting sharp

accidents, drawing crowds of spectators

the cheers echoing around the area, a Maybach glided in, its arrival unassuming

attention.

from the car, his gaze locked on the imposing screen mounted on the mountain wall, his eyes intense

one is

sense the danger in Nathael’s tone, and he didn’t move a muscle. Quietly, he answered, “The white

didn’t stand out among the sea of supercars, but it screamed

the race course, the cars started getting into the bends. It was

Maggie, her throat constricting, her vision wavering, and

ignore the electrifying surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins,

that drink,” Maggie lamented, a

from Maggie’s recent routine, ever since Sierra’s reliance on

been piling on tasks,

sudden sharp turn and aggressive acceleration signalling

car behind them lost control, careening into theirs

the chaos, Leo stayed cool, his icy demeanour unshaken. Checking the rearview mirror, he gunned the accelerator as they neared the next

Sat, 25 May Mor

Boredom

their shock. “Is that guy

quite a looker. I hope she