But even after sitting on the back seat, Victor Hawthorne still couldn’t shake off the inexplicable unease in his heart.
"Are you sure you really know how to ride a motorbike? Or should I drive it myself?"
Just now, July Quinn only learned from him which part is the throttle and which is the brake.
He didn’t want to risk his young life, even if his confession failed today.
However, no sooner had he finished speaking, the motorbike shot out like an arrow from the bow.
Victor Hawthorne was so frightened that he started swearing.
"We’re about to hit! Slow down!"
"Damn it, I want to get off."
"Stop driving so fast, my dear!"
At first, under July Quinn’s wild speed like a runaway horse, Victor was truly convinced she didn’t know how to ride a motorbike.
But after a few god-like drifts avoiding obstacles, Victor realized a fact—July Quinn not only knew how to ride a motorbike, she did it masterfully.
Then, under July Quinn’s guidance, Victor really experienced what was called a true life-and-death speed.
In that thrilling excitement, Joy Quinn’s rejection, others’ ridicule, and brothers’ advice seemed to be completely cast aside...
Meanwhile, inside the limited edition Porsche—
"Lord Keaton, the old lady called and said there will be a small gathering at The Keaton Estate tonight and hopes that you can attend."
Mason Shelby, the secretary and driver, conveyed the call from Lord Keaton’s grandmother to Kyle Keaton in the back seat.
Kyle Keaton’s grandmother loves lively scenes, so she often hosts small gatherings at The Keaton Estate, inviting the extended family for a meal.
Of course, many of these relatives come for Kyle Keaton.
So every time an event is held, the old lady always calls Kyle Keaton.
Kyle Keaton almost always refuses.
This time was no exception.
"Not going." The man in the back seat’s gaze fell outside the car window.
"Alright, I’ll call her back later."
Just changing to a red light signal at the intersection, Mason Shelby stopped the car.
At this time, a black motorbike drove up from behind and stopped next to their Porsche, waiting for the light to change just like them.
On the motorbike were a young man and woman, both wearing helmets, making it hard to see their faces in the rain.
But both of them had good figures, their whole bodies exuding youthful exuberance, very eye-catching.
The key point was, the girl was the one driving the motorbike, and the boy in the back was wailing.
"July Quinn, slow down, I’m feeling sick."
"With such a weak bearing ability, you still dare claim you can ride a motorbike."
Hearing the familiar yet somewhat foreign name, Kyle Keaton instinctively looked at the two.
In the rain, even with just a side profile of the girl, she was stunningly beautiful, making it impossible to take one’s eyes away from her face.
Not only was he captivated by the girl’s appearance, but also by how close she was positioned with the young man on the back seat, Kyle Keaton’s dark eyes suddenly widened.
Mason Shelby also took advantage of the red light to admire the two. Find the newest release on NoveI[F]ire.net
Apart from being mesmerized by the girl’s haunting beauty in the rain, there was plenty of astonishment.
"Isn’t that the young master?"
It wasn’t until Mason Shelby’s voice came through that Kyle Keaton noticed the person on July Quinn’s back seat was indeed his nephew, Victor Hawthorne.
Kyle Keaton hadn’t had the time to process this information before Mason Shelby, the single man, expressed envy from the depths of his soul.
"I didn’t expect the young master to be so capable, finding such a beautiful girlfriend!"
"And the girlfriend is so skilled, riding a motorbike with him on a rainy day!"
Can’t you stay silent if you don’t know what to say!?