Chapter 652 Who’s Your Master?


    “Knock it off! You are more like a kitten than a tiger. Hurry up! Victoria must be worried waiting for us.”


    Maximilian pushed Flora away gently paying no attention to her being dramatic.


    Flora stomped her feet resentfully and followed him pouting.


    At the same time, Myles stood on the roadside with Keegan. He took out a cigarette to light it up and


    said gloomily, “What the hell? I lose to him my limited edition sports car I’ve just bought. You damned


    fool. What the hell is going on?”


    “Please cool down! I haven’t figured it out with my friend yet. It shouldn’t have gone wrong,” said


    Keegan scratching his head.


    He was lost without any clue why the ticket turned out to be a fake.


    “Let me ask my friend first. I will get back to you with an answer for sure.” After calming down Myles, he


    took out his mobile phone and called Thompson.


    Keegan finally got through this time. He asked eagerly, “Thompson, what’s the problem of the ticket


    you gave me? Howe the ticket turned out to be a fake after verification? I was so embarrassed.”


    “Oh, my god! Have you already talked to Maximilian and Victoria? I’m so disappointed with you,”


    Thompson said dramatically and deliberately.


    “What do you mean? Don’t tell me that the ticket will be real on the day of the concert. Don’t jerk


    me around.”


    “All right! I don’t see any point of talking to you. Bye, you idiot!” Thompson hung up the phone


    immediately, which really pissed off Keegan.


    “Fuck! You son of a bitch! Damn it!”


    “Stop your cursing! I need an exnation now. And you must get my sports car back, which I have


    spent 20 million dors.” Myles got hold of Keegan’s cor furiously and rocked Keegan back and forth


    hard as if he were going to eat him up on the spot.


    Keegan said miserably, “I won’t be able topensate you with 20 million dors. It’s all because of


    the damned Maximilian. We should work together to square ounts with him.”


    After pushing and shoving Keegan, Myles let go of Keegan’s cor because it wouldn’t do him any


    good ripping Keegan at the moment. He had lost the car to Maximilian, so he had to deal with


    Maximilian to get the car back.


    “Damn it! Make yourself useful now. I need my car back, my limited edition sports car.”


    “I know it’s the limited edition. Let me figure it out. Why don’t we get some people to take back the car


    by force?”


    “Do you have a screw loose or what? If it could be taken back by force, I wouldn’t have been here


    listening to your bullshits.” Myles rolled his eyes at Keegan angrily.


    With friends like Keegan, he really didn’t need enemies.


    Keegan scratched his head in embarrassment, trying to figure out a solution.


    Finally an idea hit him. Just like kids who lost fights would seek help from their parents, Keegan


    decided to talk his father into asking Marcus for help.


    Keegan assumed that if his father asked Marcus for help, Marcus would definitely make Maximilian


    return the sports car. He had no other better option, and only wished to get back the sports car so that


    Myles wouldn’t hold a grudge against him.


    “Give me a couple of days! I promise you I will bring the car back to you,” said Keegan seriously.


    Myles squinted at Keegan and said coldly, “All right! I will give you three days. If I don’t see my car


    then, I shall go rogue on you. Now, get lost!”


    Seeing Keegan running away in a hurry, Myles spat his cigarette. He knew he couldn’t rely on Keegan


    to get back the car.


    “Who should I ask for help? I only know a few people here in H City. Canaan seems to be here. Maybe


    I can ask him for help.”


    Both Myles and Canaan were descended from noble families, who loved car racing, so they knew each


    other. But Myles had juste back from abroad and didn’t know about the car racing between


    Maximilian and Regan. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been dragged into this by Keegan.


    He decided to contact Canaan, so he took out his mobile phone to make the phone call. “Hello,


    Canaan! I heard you are bustling round H City recently. Where are you now? I’m in H city too.”


    “Whoa! So are you! I’m now on the construction site across Topyuan Group. Come drop by if you’ve got


    a minute. I’m stuck here with a construction program recently,” Canaan said with pleasure.


    Myles frowned, looking at the field under construction diagonally across the street. “Howe you, a


    man from a wealthy family, are on the construction site? You don’t really have to go to the construction


    site even if you wanna experience life,” asked Myles in astonishment.


    “Haha! I’m not experiencing life. I’m building my career. I’m gonna build a racing club here to realize my


    dream.”


    “Get out of it! Are you out of your mind to build a racing club in a small ce like H City? It should be in


    some outskirts of the first-tier cities if you really wanna build one.” Myles was really stunned to hear


    that, as the potential customers of a racing club were those from wealthy families all over the country.


    It would be practical to build a racing club in some outskirts of big cities. But it was a fly-by-night idea to


    build one in H City as far as Myles was concerned.


    “Haha! I’ll tell you about it when you are here. It’s hard to exin it to you over the phone. I’m waiting


    for you here. I gotta go! Talk to youter.” Canaan hung up the phone.


    Myles hesitated for a second and decided to find out what Canaan was working on. It was not long


    before he entered the construction site. He asked around and finally saw Canaan in the office of the


    Project Headquarters.


    Canaan was a bit surprised to see Myles entering his office. “You are pretty fast. I thought it would take


    you half an hour to arrive here.”


    “I happened to be around. Tell me about it. Why are you building a racing club here? Please don’t take


    it wrong. I’m not looking down upon you. It’s just that the location sucks.”


    Canaan shook his head with a smile, “It has nothing to do with the location. I do it mainly for my


    master.”


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    “Your master? Who’s your master?” Myles became more curious about it.


    “It seems that you don’t keep your finger on the pulse. Not long ago, my master had apetition with


    Regan who wasgged far behind. My master has be famous in this field since thepetition,”


    said Canaan with pride.


    “No way! Holy shit! He really defeated Regan Saunders?”