Let’s start all over again,shall we?

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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

for their own ends became clear. They

Absolutely revolting!

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

broke.

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a dozen cars roared to life, commanding the track

present moment. Despite the closed windows, the wind’s furious howl reverberated in her ears,

through Maggie, sharpening her

around fifth or sixth place, with cars

peril–a treacherous downhill stretch lay ahead, boasting sharp hairpin

accidents, drawing

Maybach glided in, its arrival unassuming yet commanding

attention.

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

one is it?”

tone, and he didn’t move a muscle. Quietly, he

the sea of supercars, but it screamed Leo. Not too loud, but

stretch of the race course, the cars started getting into the bends. It was the best time to overtake

her throat constricting, her vision wavering, and

electrifying surge of adrenaline

shouldn’t have had that drink,” Maggie lamented, a hint of remorse colouring

Sierra’s reliance on her waned, leaving her with more

the Camerons had been piling on tasks, keeping

back in a few days,” Leo declared, his sudden sharp turn and aggressive acceleration

a car behind them lost control, careening into theirs with

the rearview

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spectators at the starting line couldn’t contain their shock. “Is that guy insane? Speeding on this terrain? Is

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