Chapter 92

There weren't too many cars on the asphalt road, but even a few became obstacles in his way. Luckily, he had skills. Years of racing experience kicked in, and within moments, those cars were left far behind. He was still chasing that one electric scooter in front. Nicholas glanced in the rearview mirror and spotted the Ferrari catching up. Without hesitation, he hit the throttle. The scooter zipped ahead again, effortlessly leaving the Ferrari in the dust. Nicholas gripped the handlebar with one hand, the other raised behind him as he threw a cocky "you're no match" gesture. The guy was furious. He floored it, but the scooter was already nowhere to be seen. It was a slap in the face. His car was already maxed out—so what kind of scooter was that thing? How on earth could it outrun a Ferrari? That was insane. "Clara, wasn't I awesome?" Nicholas grinned, proud as can be. "You really don't need to be so childish," Clara rolled her eyes. "You just don't get it. This is guy stuff. If I back