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?"

could respond, Ryker charged in front of her, his face betraying his usual defiance. "She's

ruffled but instead lifted his gaze to Ryker, his tone even, "You've always been into racing, right? I've invested in a racing club with all the latest models. They're

your little schemes? You drove Anders away and now you're trying to sideline me, hoping

his phone, and shot Ryker a slew of racing car images, a smirk playing on his lips, "Like I said, if you want to

slight in lan's eyes. He flashed

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of Ryker's passion for racing; owning a racing club had always been his dream. If lan could spark that passion and set him on the right path, she would at least be fulfilling her

track, Ryker's blood raced with excitement. He pointed his finger at lan, and declared, "Today, you're going to learn what crushing

him a lesson on behalf of his old man. Clara, if I