Chapter 316
Lord Protector Novel
Darren alighted from the Mercedes-Benz and handed the keys of the car to Zeke. âMr. Williams, you can drive the car back.â
âIâll call a tow truck to pull the car.â
Zeke instructed him, âRemove the tires from the Mercedes-Benz.â
Darren could not believe his ears.
âMr. Williams, did I mishear you? You mustâve asked me to remove the tires from the Santana.â
Zeke replied, âRemove the tires from the Benz, then switch the Santanaâs tires with the Benzâs.â
âHurry, Iâm in a rush.â
Darren was at a loss for words.
Seriously?
One Benzâs tire is worth more than your Santana.
What about the Benzâs tiresâ pride that got switched to the Santana? Would the Santana be able to handle the Benzâs expensive tires?
Despite complaining inwardly, he had dared not show it.
Silently suffering whilst enduring the torture, he swapped the tires between both cars.
Zeke left in the Santana, leaving Darren in a state of confusion.
That old Santana got fitted with Benzâs expensive tires. How strange.
Meanwhile, a fiery red Maserati was speeding on the expressway.
Like a dazzling flame, it zoomed past the cars on the expressway swiftly.
The driver was a pretty young lady. She was attractive, just like her car.
A beautiful young lady driving a luxury car was the most gorgeous scenery on the expressway.
The driver was the young lady who had seen Zeke with thousands of soldiers kneeling before him.
She had only seen his back, but she had immediately fallen for him.
While she was driving, his figure made a frequent trip to her mind.
She realized that she was deeply in love with that man.
To see his figure 24/7, she had even printed the photo of his figure on her nails.
As she imagined having sex with him one day, and that he would tower over her with his muscular body, she felt her blood boiling with an unbearable passion.
Stepping on the accelerator, she sped faster.
She could only release the passion in her heart while she was driving the fastest car on the road.
When she was enjoying the passion, suddenly, a car zoomed past her in a flash.
The young lady froze before she glanced at her carâs dashboard.
180mph!
Damn it, how could someone overtake me when I am already so fast?
She hurriedly looked out to see what car had just overtaken her.
But when she saw the car, her eyes widened in shock.
A Santana!
An old Santana!
Besides, the Santanaâs tires were not the original ones. It was fitted with Mercedes-Benzâs tires!
âAhhhhhh! This is so annoying.â The young lady floored the accelerator in fury. âYou overtook my Maserati in a Santana. Thatâs so humiliating!â
âIâll come after you!â
Hitting the gas, she chased after him.
However, when she sped up, the Santana in front of her sped up too. Its speed even reached 200 mph!
The young ladyâs Maserati had reached 190 mph.
She felt intimidated and terrified the moment she had reached this speed.
As she was afraid, she slowed down gradually, and no longer tailgated the Santana.
She glared at the Santanaâs driver, unwilling to concede defeat.
But when she did so, she was excited by what she saw.
This figure seems familiar!
Isnât he my hero?
She raised her hand immediately and compared the photo on her nails to the Santanaâs driver.