Novel & Cerita All Engines Go Edward

Reynold must be in there in the middle of the blaze. Edward got up and didn't care about Diego anymore. He let go of the man and ran straight into the building. Meanwhile, Zean's men had just arrived. Zean gave orders to his men with a single gesture that meant "Finish them all!" Edward entered the building and charged into the flames. His fatherly intuition told him that Reynold must be in there. "Dear God, please. Give me a clue as to where Reynold is!" Edward searched for Reynold's whereabouts while praying. He was really close to breaking down as the fire grew bigger.

At this time, even Paul could not help but want to get angry, but Edward said calmly, "Let's go." "Young Master?" Paul asked in surprise. Edward turned around and said coldly, "Do you want to stay here for the winter if you don't leave?" Paul quickly followed. When they went out, Paul couldn't help looking at Edward. He felt that something was different about the young master. Why did his temper suddenly become better? The two of them got into the car. Edward sat in the back. His eyes were still on the ruins that had been burned by the fire until only a few pieces of the wall remained.

As time flew by, Edward could feel his heartbeat increase by the second. “What do I do? Can I send it to someone else?” he questioned himself but taking a second look at his staff, he was sure there was none to handle the job so well as he would. When it was almost time to leave, Edward took his car and drove to Carlson Empire. Presenting his ID at the gate before he was allowed entrance was something he had not expected. “Hello Mr Frank Edwards, you may please have a seat while you wait on the boss,” Brandon said, taking him into the private launch. “What may I offer you?” Brandon asked.

“How could you keep that secret from me?” “You would’ve told Evan. Besides, Nelson said not to tell you,” I said. Levi’s frown deepened. “It’s honor among ladies.” “Ugh, women,” Edward shook his head. “So are you going to finally pay me for months of childcare without any breaks?” “Well, you couldn’t get him to speak a full sentence,” I teased, bouncing Remus lightly. “Hey, if you wanted a prodigy, you should’ve left him with palace scholars, not some soldier from the farm. He knows all the sounds farm animals make. Consider that progress—and pay up,” Edward held out his hand.

Would Edward survive the gun shoot? Stay glued...

“How is the speed?” “Perfect,” Rasmus bragged. “Can it go faster than me?” Edward asked as he sat behind the wheel. “Well, we can only find out, my Prince.” “How do you move it?” Edward asked, running his fingers on the wheel before turning it left and right. When nothing happened, he glanced at Rasmus with a raised eyebrow.

Marcus, on the other hand, showed no signs of anxiety or sadness, calmly accepting the bad news. "Oh, and Edward, was your grandfather the designer of NV-1966? Antonio said the principles are similar. Is there a cure?" Jessica asked Edward.

Paranoia. Shrugging off the unease, Edward turned to the boat’s controls and started the engine. The motor roared to life, and the boat surged forward, cutting through the water like a blade. But just as he began to relax, the boat jolted, shuddering as if something had snagged it from below. The engine sputtered, and with a gut-wrenching lurch, it went dead. “What the hell?” Edward muttered, his voice low but edged with tension. He tried the ignition again, but the engine refused to cooperate, its silence heavy against the vast expanse of water.

“A bit, the night club was a good change of pace.” Edward just nodded but I could already imagine his smile as he started the engine and zoomed off. Now all that remained was to survive Eliza's interrogative like questioning.

He turned to see Ellis marching toward him, furious. “How dare you walk out on my father?” Ellis barked. His words like a heavy slap on Edward. Edward’s face darkened, his eyes turning cold. He didn’t reply. He simply unlocked the car, climbed in, and slammed the door shut. Ellis quickly stepped in front of the car, trying to stop him from leaving, but he didn’t expect what came next. Edward started the engine. His eyes were hard, his grip on the steering wheel tight. Without a second thought, he hit the gas.