"You, Are You the Mastermind Behind This?!"

Seeing Cynthia leaning against Tristan's shoulder, her demeanor so relaxed, it was as if she didn't care at all about the three heavy SUVs.

Bryce, unwilling to give up, asked, "Miss Shannon, if you're scared, feel free to shout..."

Cynthia raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "How about you show me how to do it first?"

Bryce was momentarily speechless.

Cynthia continued casually, "These modified vehicles only increase speed; they aren't as intimidating as they look. If you panic now, shouldn't I have a valid reason to question your abilities?"

In the front passenger seat, Carl nearly applauded. It was clear why his boss had taken a liking to this woman--she could remain so composed even in such a tense situation.

Bryce, still undeterred but no longer in the mood for pranks, asked, "Miss Shannon, do you know a lot about modified vehicles?"

"Not much. Just bored tinker with ideas when I'm bored," she replied nonchalantly.