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When they stepped outside, Mona's jaw nearly hit the pavement. A sleek, black McLaren sat in the parking lot, gleaming under the streetlights. It looked like something straight out of a car commercial—sleek, powerful, expensive. "Holy shit," she muttered. Kane glanced at her. She turned to him, pointing at the car. "This is your car?" He smirked. Mona scoffed, already answering her own question. "Obviously, it's your car." He let out another chuckle, opening the passenger door for her.

The passenger door suddenly flung open and a somber voice said, "Get in." Yeah! Like I would believe a kind-hearted stalker would give me a ride home. As I bent over to give him the rudest comment I could think of, I jumped. Because I knew the driver. I dared to say my history with him went way back and it only seemed to ignite a fire within me. Well, the reason was quite simple. I wondered why Mr. Nikolas was stalking me.

"I'm so sorry, Scarlett." "It's fine. Let's get the operation started." Scarlett stepped in the middle of her friends as they headed toward the entrance, but they quickly turned around when they heard the roaring sound of a passing car. The three of them gasped as they watched the car pull into a parking spot. "Who is that?" "I have never seen that car in school before." "Wow. Koenigsegg Jesko Absolut. One of the fastest cars." Cornelia said. She is familiar with cars because her uncle owns a car business. "Let's see who that is."

something suddenly occurs to Jacob, "if Andrew’s car is still in the parking lot, how did they escape then?” “They accessed the underground garage through the elevator and took another car there,” Quinn replies, a confused expression on his face as he tires to figure out the question's importance. Jacob, on the other hand, is practically grinning now. Just the lapse I was looking for, he thinks. “You see, all Alphatech’s vehicles have a tracking device attached to them,” he explains. “So, find out what car they took, then head down to IT and have them track it. We may not be able to track Tekna, but we can definitely track her getaway chariot.”

From the tip of my tongue, I blurted, “Pink.” He sighed. “I don't own a pink vehicle. Choose another color.” “Um,” I scanned the vehicles. “Sage.” He trod across to the vehicle. “Al, open up the Porsche Panamera and the garage.” “Yes, master,” Techno-Al responded. The car beeped twice and clicked when unlocked. Gently, he put me in the white leather passenger's seat and buckled me in. At the same time, the garage door whirred upwards.

An hour and Jordan practically pulling me away from Martha, we were finally in the car at the parking lot. Today, he was taking the Porsche with the transparent roof. I didn't know what model it was. All I knew was that it was one of the prettiest things I'd ever seen. "Got any plans today other than the hospital?" He looked better than yesterday, relaxed fully into the leather seat, one hand on the wheel. When I didn't answer, he angled his head to look at me. "Cat got your tongue, pretty boy?"

we are ready” Lena said, “Okay, meet me outside” Kelvin said, and he walked down to the parking lots In his house, and he entered Into the Rolls-Royce car, and he brought the car near to the exit of the house because of the kids, and he parked the car while waiting for his kids and Lena to join him In the car,

Then, he hooked up the back of the Toyota Prado to the Porsche before speaking up again. “Kairi, you need to flip the Porsche around slowly. I’ll save the person inside.”

*]:pointer-events-auto scroll-mt-[calc(var(--header-height)+min(200px,max(70px,20svh)))]" dir="auto" data-turn-id="request-69c3a513-f2d4-83e9-afe5-5a63b47d0904-15" data-testid="conversation-turn-34" data-scroll-anchor="true" data-turn="assistant"> Celine’s POV I got into the silver Porsche parked in my private company spot, reserved for special occasions or meetings outside the professional sphere. This time, however, it wasn’t about a social commitment… it was about my son’s life, and that pushed me to drive faster than I ever had.

It would surely save me some gas. “Sure, why not?” I said. “Thank you.” “Right this way.” Barnett motioned towards his Rolls Royce, the same one that had picked me up the night that he had rescued me from my old home. My heart fluttered at the sight. Then a head of long, silky blonde hair poked out of the red 2024 Porsche 911 next to Barnett’s car. It was soon followed by the most voluptuous body to grace a magazine in the 2020s.