Novel & Cerita Cool Lightning Mcqueen

"Fucking stay away from my wife, you dirtbag! Stop pissing me off!" "Mordecai…" He grabbed my hand and pulled me along. "I am sorry, Mr. Timberlake, please don't let this affect your donation to the children!" I shouted. Cai got to his yellow metallic McLaren MP4-12C, opened the door, and pushed me inside. He slammed the door shut and stomped around.

But almost immediately— A car entered the parking lot from the road outside. Low. Black. Deadly sleek. Lily stopped in her tracks instantly the moment she recognized it. A faint smile spread across her lips. “Tony…” The word slipped softly from her mouth as she watched the black McLaren W1 glide smoothly across the parking lot before settling into an empty spot. The engine shut off. For a second nothing happened. Then the wing door lifted upward slowly. Tony stepped out. Lily’s breath caught faintly. The vintage white shirt he wore wasn’t buttoned fully to the top, exposing part of his chest beneath the evening light.

"Mcqueen Happiness, is this your day off from the gym?" Mcqueen had booked the space to hide from the paparazzi and invited me for a rare quiet meal. "Yeah, the coach gave us the morning off." Mcqueen pulled out my chair. "Thank the Moon you’re back in one piece. I was pacing the floors." I sat down, but my eyes caught a small plastic card on the table. "What’s this? Your locker key?" Mcqueen sat beside me. "No. It’s a high-limit credit card. Take it and pay off Ethan."

“Charisa, you know? I thought, I have fallen in love with you.” -------- (^ _ ^) --------- A tall and very charismatic man can be seen walking quickly in the hallway of the Grand Royal Elyxion apartment, Canberra. The man was wearing a gray coat with a white shirt looking so neat. The expensive Jean Dunand Shabaka watch perched on his sturdy arm while the man was busy calling someone on his cell phone.

"Ancient history. Let's just exchange insurance information and be done with this." Melissa stepped forward, one hand on her slightly rounded belly. "Actually, Amber, could we maybe—" Before she could finish, I pulled out my phone. "I'm calling Mason. He can handle this properly." (Melissa's POV) I couldn't take my eyes off Amber's car. The limited edition Midnight Racer with its custom detailing and midnight blue finish—I'd seen the catalog in Ethan's office. Only twenty had been made worldwide, and Dominic Blackwood had purchased one for his Luna.