Ryker had never been so serious in his life. He was the epitome of a free spirit, never once entertaining the idea of taking over the family business, but for Clara, he'd walk through fire.

No sooner had he spoken than a chilling, deep voice emanated from behind. "If you think you've got the chops to compete with me, beat me first."

lan, clad in black, stood ominously behind them, pinching a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers. His normally dashing features were tinged with an air of gloom that couldn't be shaken off, and beneath the dark pupils lay an undeniable longing.

He strode up to Clara, his gaze fixed intensely on her as he spoke in a husky voice, "Clara, are you alright?"

front of her, his face betraying his usual defiance. "She's just fine without your concern.

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guy. You think I'm oblivious to your little schemes? You drove Anders away and now you're trying to sideline me,

shot Ryker a slew of racing car images, a smirk playing on his lips, "Like I said, if you want to challenge me, beat me first. On the professional track, do

by the slight in lan's eyes. He flashed a roguish grin, "Scared?

turned to Clara, " Clara, isn't this jerk always giving you a hard time? Watch me take him down

Ryker's passion for racing; owning a racing club had always been his dream. If lan

lan, and declared, "Today, you're going to learn what crushing defeat feels like. Let's get in the cars." They both

push, he'll never know his own strength. I'm merely teaching him a lesson on

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