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?"

betraying his usual defiance. "She's just fine without your concern.

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

a smirk playing on his lips,

slight in lan's eyes. He flashed a

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

desire to be caught up in their rivalry. Yet she knew of Ryker's passion for racing; owning a racing club had always been his dream. If

finger at lan, and

Clara, bending down to whisper, "This kid's all talk. Without a push, he'll never know his own strength. I'm merely teaching him a lesson on behalf of his old man. Clara, if I get him on the right track, will you take me off your blacklist