Goodbye, My Love

"Marco, you can't betray your friend for your ex-wife!" Slater shouted anxiously.

Marco looked at him intently. "Slater, you lost the race! You are no match for Loraine when it comes to racing."

Slater was at a loss for words.

His driving skills were inferior to Loraine's.

However, he was unwilling to admit it. "But she didn't win either. It was a tie!"

"Who said it was a tie?" Loraine asked.

She took out the driving recorder in her car and threw it at Slater.

"Take a good Look at it. I won."

Slater turned on the recorder, which showed the picture of Loraine's car reaching the finish Line ahead of Marco's.

She hadn't let Marco overtake her even once.

"How is that possible?" Looking at the screen, Slater glowered.

After watching the video over and over again, he had to admit that

Loraine had won.

"Can I have the car keys now?" Loraine held out her open hand in front of Slater.

"Surely the future heir of Zepto Group wouldn't deceive a simple country girl Like me?"

Slater was hesitating. Upon hearing this, he became enraged.

"Fine. I won't go back on my words!"

Heartbroken, he handed over the car keys to Loraine.

"My car is a limited edition Bugatti Veyron. If it weren't for me, poor people like you might go your whole Lives without ever seeing one.

Remember to take it to get a wax every fortnight, and don't park it in an open parking lot. If it rains, the water will wet the engine..." Slater continued giving instructions until, finally, Loraine got fed up and grabbed the keys.

"Come on," she said impatiently. "Stop stalling."