Even though he couldn’t see the driver, Clive could sense the wild, reckless energy coming from the other car.
“Who the hell is this lunatic?”
He frowned and laid on the horn, but the other driver didn’t even flinch. Instead, the car gunned it straight at him, crazy but somehow totally in control.
The sports car’s front end was almost on top of him. Clive had no choice but to throw his car into reverse and back up fast.
Meanwhile, Amelia’s car had already vanished into the rush of traffic on the overpass.
Clive was fuming.
Behind him, the other drivers noticed that two insanely expensive cars were about to go head-to-head and quickly got out of the way. No one wanted to get caught up in that mess.
Clive kept backing up, forced all the way to the last intersection. Suddenly, the other car slowed down, pulling away. Clive thought maybe the maniac had finally given up, but then, out of nowhere, the car lunged forward again, headed right for him.
Was this psycho trying to kill him?
Clive broke out in a cold sweat. There was nowhere to escape.
He slammed his horn, heart pounding.
The other car didn’t slow down. Clive squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for the crash, but at the very last second, the car swerved, missing his bumper by a hair before tearing off down the street.
Clive’s hands were ice cold, his whole body shaky as the reality of what just happened hit him.
“Freaking psycho!” he muttered through gritted teeth.
Whoever that was, they were just playing with him.
Clive pulled out his phone, ready to call the police, but hesitated. He was driving drunk. If he called this in, he’d get himself in trouble too.
And tomorrow was the shareholders’ meeting…
Plus, there weren’t many people in this city who could afford a car like that.
A rich, powerful lunatic. Not someone he wanted to mess with right now.
He swallowed his anger and tried to let it go—for now.
But he wasn’t about to forget about this.
Amelia’s car was long gone, lost in the stream of headlights. Clive had no choice but to turn around and head back, still seething.
—
Belle dropped Amelia off at the entrance to her apartment complex.
Amelia said goodbye and stood on the sidewalk, watching Belle’s car disappear before heading inside.
“Amelia.” Will’s voice called out from the side.
As the elevator doors started to close, Will pressed the open button fast, forcing them apart again.
“Amelia!” he called, rushing out. But by the time he got there, her apartment door was already closing.
The sound of the door slamming drowned out his voice.
Will let out a quiet sigh and headed back to the elevator.
Back home, he was about to shower when his laptop flickered on by itself. Suddenly, his nephew Kyle popped up on the screen, grinning like he’d just won the lottery.
“Uncle Will! I have amazing news!” Kyle shouted.
Will’s face darkened. “If you hack into my computer one more time, I’m cutting off your card.”
Kyle puffed up his chest, full of confidence. “Uncle, once you hear this, you’ll give me a bonus, not cut me off!”
Will rolled his eyes and reached to close the laptop.
“Wait! Uncle!” Kyle shouted. “Listen, I got you a chance to date Timmy’s mom!”
Will froze, eyes narrowing. “What did you do behind my back?”
“Don’t worry about it! You passed the test,” Kyle said, acting all mysterious. “Just remember, tomorrow night you have to look your best. I’ll bring you, Timmy will bring his mom, and we’re all going to the most romantic restaurant for dinner!”
Will stared at the screen, stunned. “What?”

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