Chapter 202


    Ryker had never been so serious in his life. He was the epitome of a free spirit, never once


    entertaining the idea of taking over the family business, but for ra, he''d walk through fire.


    No sooner had he spoken than a chilling, deep voice emanated from behind. "If you think you''ve got


    the chops topete with me, beat me first."


    Ian, d in ck, stood ominously behind them, pinching a half-smoked cigarette between his


    fingers. His normally dashing features were tinged with an air of gloom that couldn''t be shaken off,


    and beneath the dark pupilsy an undeniable longing.


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    He strode up to ra, his gaze fixed intensely on her as he spoke in a husky voice, "ra, are you


    alright?"


    Before ra could respond, Ryker charged in front of her, his face betraying his usual defiance.


    "She''s just fine without your concern. Why don''t you take a hike?"


    Ian didn''t seem ruffled but instead lifted his gaze to Ryker, his tone even, "You''ve always been into


    racing, right? I''ve invested in a racing club with all thetest models. They''re in need of a savvy


    manager. If you''re interested, show up there tomorrow."


    Without a second thought, Ryker retorted, "I''m not your guy. You think I''m oblivious to your little


    schemes? You drove Anders away and now you''re trying to sideline me, hoping to have ra all to


    yourself. Dream on!"


    Ian chuckled lightly, pulled out his phone, and shot Ryker a slew of racing car images, a smirk


    ying on his lips, "Like I said, if you want to challenge me, beat me first. On the professional track,


    do you dare to race?"


    Ryker''spetitive nature was instantly ignited by the slight in Ian''s eyes. He shed a roguish


    grin, "Scared? You wish! Let''s race."


    He then turned to ra, " ra, isn''t this jerk always giving you a hard time? Watch me take him


    down at the race."


    ra had no desire to be caught up in their rivalry. Yet she knew of Ryker''s passion for racing;


    owning a racing club had always been his dream. If Ian could spark that passion and set him on the


    right path, she would at least be fulfilling her duty to Marco.


    They drove to the racetrack together. Upon seeing the sleek new cars and the professional track,


    Ryker''s blood raced with excitement. He pointed his finger at Ian, and dered, "Today, you''re


    going to learn what crushing defeat feels like. Let''s get in the cars." They both donned racing suits


    and chose their vehicles.


    Ian approached ra, bending down to whisper, "This kid''s all talk. Without a push, he''ll never


    know his own strength. I''m merely teaching him a lesson on behalf of his old man. ra, if I get him


    on the right track, will you take me off your cklist as a token of gratitude?"


    His eyes, filled with emotion, lingered on her, a deep yearning within. For a moment, he wanted to


    throw caution to the wind and capture her lips that haunted his dreams. But he quickly suppressed


    the urge, knowing he must not rush things.


    Facing Ian''s suggestive gaze, ra''s expression remained undisturbed. She looked at him calmly,


    "Why should I thank you? We''re both entrusted with taking care of him. It''s our responsibility."


    Ian realized ra''s sharp tongue was a force to be reckoned with, shattering his dreams with the


    smallest of cracks. He let out a low chuckle, "Just wait, I''ll find a way to make you unblock me


    willingly."