Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 690 A Public Contest

Among the bodyguards, all of whom were top-tier experts in their respective fields, Alan was renowned as the most skilled driver. His usual duty was to chauffeur Micah, a task he performed with unmatched precision and grace. Until today, Alan had never met an opponent who could challenge his driving prowess.

The silver Rolls-Royce Phantom, a symbol of luxury and power, glided through the bustling traffic with ease, maintaining a consistent lead. Alan, in his pursuit, found himself constantly trailing by a significant distance of over forty feet. "Alan, what's happening? Close the gap!" Andrew's voice echoed with urgency.

Sweat trickled down Alan's forehead as he pressed harder on the accelerator, but to no avail. The elusive Phantom remained tantalizingly out of reach. The sting of this unexpected failure sparked a surge of determination in Alan, his teeth clenched as he pushed the car to its limits.

"Come on, don't let a woman best you," Andrew's voice was laced with a fiery determination, the memory of a challenge issued by the female bodyguard in the Phantom still fresh in his mind. Today, they were determined to claim victory. The female bodyguard, hidden behind dark sunglasses, maneuvered the Phantom with the skill of a seasoned pilot. In the passenger seat, Annika James watched the trailing car in the rearview mirror, a triumphant smirk playing on her lips. "They won't be catching up with us anytime soon."

In the back seat, Sadie sat with her eyes closed, her voice steady as she instructed, "Safety first."

"Yes, Miss James!" Annika responded promptly.

Arya, the driver, glanced at the black Rolls-Royce in the rearview mirror, her brow furrowing in concentration. "Arya, what's wrong? Speed up," Annika urged.

"I know," Arya replied, her tone laced with annoyance, "That guy doesn't seem to know what he's doing." "Then let's not give them a chance to catch up," Annika said, her voice edged with irritation.

Despite Arya's best efforts to increase their lead, the black Rolls-Royce managed to draw level with them. "Keep it steady!" Andrew reminded Alan.

"I know," Alan replied, his focus unwavering as he maintained pace with the silver Rolls-Royce.

The two cars were now running parallel, a mere three feet separating them.

Micah turned his head to scrutinize the occupants of the Phantom, but his view was obstructed by shadows. He could only infer that he was being watched in return.

"So, that's Micah?" Sadie's voice was cool as she studied the figure in the adjacent car. Despite only seeing a silhouette, she felt a strange sense of familiarity.

"It should be," Annika leaned over to get a better look, "It's hard to tell."

"Slow down," Sadie instructed.

"Got it." Arya eased off the accelerator.

The black Rolls-Royce matched their pace, maintaining the parallel formation regardless of their maneuvers.

"This is getting annoying," Arya muttered through gritted teeth, gradually reducing their speed.

Sadie lowered her window slightly, revealing a pair of clear, alert eyes. The car next to them responded in kind, revealing half a face.

Their gazes met, but the emotions they conveyed were starkly different.

Sadie's eyes held a mixture of pride, arrogance, and a hint of provocation...

Micah's gaze, on the other hand, was a whirlpool of complex emotions. Memories flooded his mind, stirring a maelstrom of feelings within him. His eyes flickered with a myriad of emotions, but he struggled to maintain his composure. The eyes staring back at him were all too familiar; they belonged to Sadie. But there was something different about them, a coldness he had never seen before. Despite her past arrogance, this was a side of Sadie he had never encountered... Yet, for reasons he couldn't fathom, Micah was certain that she was indeed Sadie!

Sadie's gaze locked with Micah's, and an inexplicable shiver ran down her spine. It felt as though a thorn was piercing her heart each time she looked at him.

With a cold flicker in her eyes, she averted her gaze and rolled up the window. "Speed up!"

"All right." Arya pressed down on the accelerator.

The black Rolls-Royce matched their speed, the competition between them intensifying. "Leave them in our dust!" Sadie commanded.

"Yes!"