When Tinder walked in, he saw broken glass pieces all over the floors near the entrance of the room.

He heard from the bodyguard that Avery asked him to get drugs. So Evan was hurt.

It made sense since Evan would not let any harms happen to Avery.

Even if he did, he didn't mean to.

Tinder tiptoed to avoid stepping on the broken glasses. He saw Evan sitting on the couch. There were many empty wine bottles on the table.

He drank again.

So it didn't go well with Avery.

Tinder looked at the corner of the table. The bodyguard left drugs there. They were the same as they were delivered. Evan didn't touch them.

Tinder looked at Evan. His look stopped at his knees, which were covered in blood. He sad, "Sir, let me deal with your wound first."

Evan opened his eyes. They were crimson red. He squinted, and it took him a while to realize who he was.

"Is my plane ready?"

Evan had to go to H Country as fast as he could. He needed to find Vando to save the life of her daughter. She was this because of him. So he had to find the cure on his own.

"Sir, we should do something about your knee first."

Evan stumbled to get up. He hit on the table. The human skin mask on the second floor fell on the ground.

Evan kicked it away and stumbled to leave.

When he was at the door, he came back as if he forgot something. He picked the mask up and put it in his pocket.

***

Gabrielle pouted. She didn't see Avery for a long time. But she was forced to stay here to study how to race cars.

She just signed the contract with Jackson's company. The first gig was a car racing promotion.

Gabrielle was terrible at driving. Back in the days, she drove a car and hit Jackson. He had to stay in the hospital for two months. With the past, why did Jackson think she was capable of driving fast racing cars?

Gabrielle asked Jackson, "Honey, where are we learning how to drive racing cars?"

"Outside the castle. There is a track for car racing."

Gabrielle stared at the driving wheel, "Which car should I drive?"

"This one."

Gabrielle stared at her with alertness. She had to be careful in case he pulled any tricks.

"If something happened to the car because of me, would you hold me accountable? Is that what you're thinking?"

Jackson has been setting her up. She had to be careful.

Besides, if she caused a dent on the top-class racing cars, she might have to pay for hundreds of thousands of dollars for repair. If she crashed it, she would be bankrupt.

There were just so many tricks. She really had to think of all possibilities.

"You can pick one from my personal garage."

"Do you have cars worth hundreds of thousands of dollars in your garage?"

Jackson thought for a second and answered, "The carpets in my car are around the same price."

Gabrielle was speechless. Was he showing off his wealth?

Jackson said, "It��s the best you drive this one."

"Should I?"

Gabrielle stared at the specially designed instrument panel. To make no exaggeration, she didn't know how to read it. It was fancy.

"This car would protect the driver the best in case of an accident."

Gabrielle said, "So you're looking out for me?"

"Yeah. If you were dead, the signing bonus would be a waste."

Gabrielle stared at him. She had to hold back the urge to kick Jackson in his face.

Outside, the castle was a professional car racing track. That was where Gabrielle learned car racing tricks.

It was almost dusk. The sky was deep red. It was the first time Gabrielle in a racing car. She knew how to drive, so she wasn't frightened. She stepped on the oil and left. But there were always sudden brake sounds on the track.

Jackson taught her many times, only to see the excitement in her eyes.

She seemed to enjoy fast speed cars. She loved speeding. When she made a fluent round on the track, the blood in her veins boiled.

She was skilled in the third round. Gabrielle left the car window on purpose. When speed was elevated to a certain point, the wind soared and poured in.

Jackson sat on the passenger's seat. He felt Gabrielle hit the oil too hard. But she was very happy. She was like a teenager who got behind the driving wheel for the first time.

Gabrielle looked ahead with full concentration. The wind got in, and her hair was messy.

Jackson's look landed on the side of her face. She was like an invincible general when she drove.

The dark hair flew all over because of the wind. It was strong. The fragrant scent that only Gabrielle had lingered in his nose.

Gabrielle enjoyed driving fast cars. When she made turns, she pulled the handbrake without any hesitation, and suddenly stepped on the brake while swerving.

She learned drifting without being taught. Jackson, on the passenger's seat, kept cool and didn't say a word.

But he couldn���t help smiling. It was a charming look that Gabrielle missed.

He was secretly proud of Gabrielle for learning how to drive fast cars so fast.

After a few laps, Gabrielle pulled over. She wiped her hands with wet napkins. And she moved her finger knuckles. She has been maintaining the same position for too long that she had cramps.

Jackson said, "Have more laps."

"The track is so boring. I'm tired of it."

Maybe she was tired of it. Or she was fed up with staring at the same spot for a long time. Anyway, she pouted.

Jackson thought about what Gabrielle said, "I'll take you up the mountain."

The mountain roads at night?

"Are you taking me race cars?"

Jackson didn't answer her question, "Are you curious about my secret?"

"What?"

Gabrielle only brought it up. She forgot about it after. She said, "You said, not me. I'm not very interested in it."

"Cut the bullshit. Go and get changed."

Gabrielle saw Jackson, who left the wardrobe when she did the same.

She paused for a moment. Jackson realized how her eyes lit up when she saw him.

He wore black tracksuits, as did Gabrielle.

He always wore suits. Now he wore tracksuits and sneakers. He looked so much younger.

Jackson walked to her. Seeing how hungry she was, he asked, "Do you not get enough for dinner?"

Gabrielle was shameless now, "You look especially delicious in the tracksuit."

She wanted to eat him!

Jackson ignored Gabrielle's flirtation. And he looked despising, "Let's go to the garage."

Gabrielle stopped trying since Jackson wasn't interested. She followed Jackson to the underground garage.

There were two floors of the underground garage in the castle. There were so many luxury sports cars that Gabrielle couldn't count.

Gabrielle asked, "You don't drive. Why do you buy so many cars?"

"I like cars. I don't drive, but I like studying them."

Gabrielle was speechless. She couldn't understand the rich guy's hobbies. They were a waste of money.