Shattered Gift, Broken Engagement
I had just won the Hawthorne Scientific Laureate on the international stage when my father called me back home.
"Bring the betrothal gifts to the Hayes family. That childhood engagement should finally be fulfilled."
Afraid of getting stuck in traffic, I took my modified motorcycle, carried the national heritage porcelain obtained through generations of the Keane family's military merits, and headed toward their house.
Just as I arrived at the community gate, a Porsche suddenly cut across the lane, nearly knocking me over.
A heavily made-up woman, Zoey Mercer, stepped out of the car, raised one sharp high heel, and kicked the top box off my motorcycle.
"You rode this junk motorcycle yet
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