Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

It was rush hour, so cars were hard to come by and traffic was jammed. Standing by the roadside, Christina kept checking her watch, worried about being late for work. Then, she spotted a beautiful sports car driving past.

While trying to determine who owned this 911, she thought, 'Blumedale is really full of rich people.'

She froze when she saw Andrew behind the wheel, driving with one hand. Christina quickly looked away and pretended to stare at the ground!

Andrew stopped in front of her and asked flatly, "Waiting for a ride?"

Christina stammered nervously, "Um... yes. One should be here soon... No need to trouble yourself, Mr. Lloyd!"

Andrew chuckled and said, "I never said I'd give you a ride, Ms. Stevens. Don't flatter yourself!"

With that, he hit the gas, and the 911 roared as it shot forward.

Christina watched the sports car and its owner disappear into the distance before lowering her gaze with humiliation and bitterness. If she had made the right choice back then, she would be sitting in the passenger seat of that 911 right now. A luxury car with a beautiful woman-it would have been a perfect match.

Unfortunately, time could not be rewound, and reality had no "what-ifs". She had created this miserable situation with her own hands. Meanwhile, the man she had once looked down on had reached heights she could not even imagine, let alone aspire to reach.

Suddenly, a loud crash sounded.

before getting slammed by another car. From the looks of it, this was clearly

good temper, he could not help but

no ordinary vehicle either. It was a Koenigsegg, one of those globally limited edition models. Moreover, the car had numerous illegal modifications all

was driving openly on the main road, and even though traffic cops were nearby, no one stopped it. This could only mean that the car's owner was someone even the

car door opened, and a thuggish young man covered in designer brands with a fierce gaze slowly got out.

and said, "If Mr. Driscoll hadn't given the order, that crash would've totaled your

to see you! Or... you could be a coward and run. That'd be even easier.

reply, the punk slid back into

himself. "People really think I'm soft,

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out a deep, ferocious growl as Andrew floored it. Four thick exhaust pipes blasted violet-blue

right on the

rearview, already preparing a sneer, only for