Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62: Changes: Drama Becomes Reality

"Seriously, Peter," Sarah said, leaning forward like she needed to get a closer look at me to make sure I was still the same person. "You’re driving better than Dad ever did."

"Better than anyone I’ve ever seen," Emma added, and there was something like pride in her voice, like she was already planning to brag about her brother’s mysterious driving skills to her friends.

Madison was smiling beside me, clearly enjoying my sisters’ shock more than she was trying to hide. "I told you he was special."

...Special. If they only knew how special. This driving exhibition is like showing them a magic trick while hiding the entire fucking circus. Wait until they see what else the system downloaded into my brain...

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When we pulled into the Lincoln High parking lot, the reaction was immediate and intense—students stopped walking mid-conversation, turned to stare like we were some kind of exotic animals that had escaped from the zoo, and some actually pulled out their phones to record what was apparently the most shocking thing Lincoln High had seen all year.

...Ladies and gentlemen, Peter Carter has entered the building. In a Range Rover. Driving like a professional. With Madison Torres riding shotgun and his sisters in the back looking like they own the place. The social hierarchy just got completely fucking demolished...

The combination of me driving Madison’s Range Rover with my sisters in the back was apparently breaking several unwritten rules of high school social physics—poor kids didn’t drive in rich kids’ cars, nerds didn’t display competence in anything that required coordination, and nobody’s sisters looked that comfortable in a stranger’s luxury vehicles.

I parked with the precision of someone who’d been doing it professionally for years, sliding into the space with the kind of smooth confidence that made the small crowd that had gathered look genuinely impressed, like they were witnessing some kind of performance art.

...Look at them. Analyzing my parking skills like I just performed surgery. Apparently driving in a straight line becomes impressive when you’re behind the wheel of a six-figure vehicle and everyone knows you used to ride your bike to school...

"Ready for this circus?" Madison asked, and I could see her cataloging every face in the crowd, every whispered conversation, every phone pointed in our direction.

"Let’s give them something to talk about," I said, opening my door and stepping out into the morning air that suddenly felt charged with possibility and danger.

...Time for the grand performance. Peter Carter’s social evolution, live and in living color. Hope everyone brought popcorn because this shit is about to get entertaining... At least for now.

As we got out of the car, the whispers started immediately, creating that background buzz of teenage gossip that meant someone’s world was about to change forever:

"Holy shit, Peter Carter was driving Madison Torres’s car."

"Look at how he’s dressed today—that’s definitely not Walmart clearance."

"Peter Carter’s sisters just got out of a Range Rover."

"Since when can Peter Carter drive like that?"

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