No Strings Attached

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?"

his usual defiance. "She's

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You think I'm oblivious to your little schemes? You drove Anders away and

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

competitive nature was instantly ignited by the slight in lan's eyes. He

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no desire to be caught up in their rivalry. Yet she knew of Ryker's passion for racing; owning a racing club had always been

the sleek new cars and the professional track, Ryker's blood raced with excitement. He pointed his finger at lan, and declared, "Today, you're going to learn what crushing defeat feels like. Let's get in the cars." They both

strength. I'm merely teaching him a lesson on behalf of his old man. Clara, if I get him