Twisted Thoughts

The rest area was equipped with professional sound systems and broadcasting screens. A large floor-to-ceiling window provided a clear view of the track's situation.

Sean Liam held a glass of wine and watched the speeding cars on the track with interest.

“Idle hands are the devil's workshop. Do you want to place a bet?”

“I bet on that Lycan,” Sean turned his gaze to Tristan, noticing the amusement in his eyes. His gaze landed on the Lycan, his eyes carrying a trace of playfulness.

From now on, it was clear who would be on the losing end; it would be left to Jimbo to handle.

On the track, Cynthia gradually entered her stride and steadily increased her speed. Her race car was something Jacob had taught her to handle. Back in the day, during their time abroad, she and Jacob often climbed over school walls in the dead of night to race along the mountainous roads for the sake of excitement and thrill.