Novel & Cerita Race Lightning Mcqueen

She holds her key out and a vehicle’s lights flicker on and off. My eyes widen. I try to hold my jaw from dropping. She owns a freaking 2016 McLaren 570S. MY GOD!! I don’t know much about cars but fancy looking ones, I know. I stand in front of her car, letting my eyes soak in the beauty. It’s black. The kind of black that makes you fold. “What are you waiting for? Get in.” Carol says. I lean my hand forward and open the door leading to the passenger seat. My eyes close as I inhale the pleasant scent of lavender air freshener which hits me the moment the door comes open.

It would definitely cost a lot to buy this in B City. “Are you the customer on Stormchase? Hop on,” Monique reached out her small face, blinking her bright eyes, then she went down and opened the door for that young man who had dumbfounded and standing there for a long time. “This is a Maserati! Are you Stormchase’s driver who has been taking requests?” The young man sounded amazed and opened his mouth wide in shock, that it could even fit a huge duck egg.

"Fuck... yeah, let's go." She said, still fuming as we stepped outside. The cold air hit us immediately, making my exposed skin prickle. We walked toward a car, and my eyes widened. There were like three other cars lined up behind it, but the one we were approaching was a sleek, gleaming McLaren 720S—a 2025 model that looked like it cost more than my entire existence at Duskfall. "We're going to use this car? Isn't this one of the Alpha's cars?"

said Skandar, he could only stare to his wife’s face. They had just arrived in front of the Charisa school fence. Skandar did not stop his car in front of his wife's school gate to avoid many people’s view, because his car brand was a car brand that was rarely found in Australia. The car was a limited imported car. "Must I answer it, uncle?” asked Charisa, she really didn't know. Skandar nodded, the man stroked Charisa's brown hair affectionately. Charisa looked to her uncle Skandar’s face. Her husband only wore a bluish green t-shirt this morning, but why did he look more handsome?

Ace started. “PRESENTS! I’ve never been good at wrapping PRESENTS! Our Christmases will be hideous. I’m sorry you had to find out this way honey.” Romano spoke frantically as he yelled over the Bluetooth. “As much as I would love to hear what Ace had to say, your targets are coming in hot. He’s in the Red McLaren GT3.” Alice said, annoyance lacing her words. I looked to my left to see a cluster of cars in the distance, Mikkinol’s McLaren leading the pack. I quickly slid off my wedding ring, and attached it to the chain of my necklace, tucking it under my shirt to avoid it from being seen.

"Not you," Maxwell said, cold as ice. He turned to the younger salesman. "I was asking him. Phil, is my car ready?" Vin froze, his smile dying on his face. Phil stood up straighter, a grin breaking out. "It sure is, Mr. Sterling. Follow me." Maxwell followed Phil to the back of the showroom, leaving Vin to stew in his regret. And there it was. A McLaren 720S. Matte black. It was low, wide, and aggressive. It looked like the Batmobile's meaner cousin. Maxwell stopped in front of it. It was beautiful.

, he says. “No way”, says Liam. “Pink Lambos are super rare”. I handed him my phone with a picture of me in the driver's seat that Meme took. “Can I drive it”? I just shrug, “I don’t care. I like Spin’s McLaren better anyway”! “Whaaat?”, squeals Liam like a schoolgirl. “How rich is this guy? He looks like an ordinary ass bum”! “Now you see why I went through the extremes I went through to stay hidden”, I say quietly.

" Melanie gestured toward the damaged car. Jade looked over and couldn't help but gasp. The car they hit was not an ordinary one but a limited edition Maserati MC12, valued at over 5,000,000 dollars. The taillight was shattered, and the car's body was dented. The repair costs would be astronomical for Melanie. No wonder she was so distressed. Jade steadied herself and reassured Melanie, "Don't worry. I'm here." After calming Melanie and Tiffany, Jade knocked on the car owner's window and politely asked, "Hello, could we talk for a moment?"

Micheal said, clapping me on the back like we always do. Then my gaze shifted to Liam. That bastard stood there like he belonged here after everything he did to Michael’s company. My jaw clenched. Something about the way he lingered next to my daughter made my stomach twist. As we walked towards the lines of cars, something caught my eye. A brand-new Lamborghini, pink and sleek as hell, parked like it was waiting for its queen. I barked out a laugh. “What the fuck, Micheal? You drive pink cars now? What are you, Beyonce?”

He couldn't insert himself into the familiarity and intimacy between the two of them. "Mr. Marcus, it's late. You don't have to bother. It's enough for Quincy to take me home," Jessica tried to remain calm, avoiding eye contact with Marcus, and got into Quincy's car. The Lamborghini disappeared in an instant, leaving Marcus in the dark, his eyes filled with malice. He clenched his fists tightly and angrily kicked the car to vent his frustration. The elegant and perfect exterior was finally torn apart in the dark! The expensive Rolls-Royce silently endured its owner's anger, trembling several times.