Chapter 528: Chapter 528: There’s Another Dog!
Kyle Keaton felt as if there was a flame in his heart, constantly leaping and consuming him.
Ultimately, it overwhelmed his rationality with unstoppable speed.
He immediately lowered the car window, wanting to ask the woman riding a motorcycle with someone else, since she already had another "dog", why she still chased after him, calling him "husband!"
However, just as he lowered the window, the traffic light turned green.
As Kyle Keaton slightly parted his thin lips, the black motorcycle, accompanied by Victor Hawthorne’s exclamation, shot out like an arrow.
"Youth is wonderful!"
Mason, the single dog, let out a soulful sigh once again.
Frustrated, Kyle Keaton coldly ordered, "Follow them."
"What?" Mason Shelby was a bit confused.
He had been with Kyle Keaton for several years and was generally aware that Kyle had hardly any interactions with this cousin.
Why suddenly chase after someone else’s motorcycle?
"Follow them!" Kyle Keaton’s words were concise and commanding.
Although Mason Shelby did not understand why, he did not dare to disobey.
The next second, the limited edition Porsche also shot out like an arrow, disappearing down the street...
The motorcycle continued to accelerate.
"July Quinn, I feel like I’ve swallowed a stomachful of wind and rain."
July Quinn glanced in the rearview mirror and had a feeling that a car was following them.
The car came aggressively; she worried it was an enemy rather than a friend.
"Just shut up then." She decisively twisted the throttle to the maximum.
In an instant, the motorcycle reached its peak speed again.
"Oh my god, my soul is about to leave my body."
With Victor Hawthorne’s scream, the motorcycle disappeared at the end of a narrow alley.
The limited edition Porsche also sped to the scene but found no trace of the motorcycle at the alley’s end, having to hit the brakes hard.
"Sorry, Lord Keaton. We lost them!"
Mason Shelby was still in awe. "The cousin’s girlfriend has exceptional driving skills, even I, a former race car driver, can’t compare."
Kyle Keaton: "Shut up!"
The tone in Lord Keaton’s voice seemed to carry a hint of inexplicable jealousy, which Mason, the single dog, suddenly realized.
But the issue was, Lord Keaton wasn’t someone to harbor sudden interests in people; Mason Shelby had never seen him close to any woman.
Even with Miss White, who had grown up with him, it didn’t seem like Lord Keaton ever exhibited such jealousy.
Could it be, Lord Keaton’s jealousy was over the cousin?
No way, a terrifying guess was forming...
Just as Mason Shelby was overwhelmed by his inner speculation, Kyle Keaton’s cold, stone-cold voice came from behind.
"You just mentioned the old lady inviting everyone for a gathering at the courtyard. Will the Hawthorne Family be there?"
"The Hawthorne Family?"
The cousin’s family?
"They probably will. They wouldn’t dare refuse the old lady’s invitation."
"Then let’s head back to the courtyard now."
"Alright."
As Mason Shelby agreed, that terrifying guess in his heart grew more intense.
*
Half an hour later, in front of the Hawthorne Villa’s gate—
July Quinn’s motorcycle had parked for quite some time before Victor Hawthorne reluctantly climbed off.
It wasn’t that he was particularly attached to the soaring feeling, but he’d been so shaken by the motorcycle’s speedy bumps that his legs had turned weak.
"Feeling better?"
As Victor Hawthorne removed his helmet, July Quinn’s voice reached his ears.
He was startled.
Then he realized that July Quinn drove so fast and took him around half of Esteria not to show off her driving skills, but to take him on a ride so he would forget the unpleasantness of his confession rejection today.
Moved, an emotion started to gently seep into his heart.
It made his voice slightly hoarse: "Much better."
He wanted to express his gratitude for her help at the e-sports tournament today and for taking him out,
But before he could speak, July Quinn said: "Well then, I’ll borrow this bike to ride back first, and return it to you at school tomorrow."
With her words, the girl rode the motorcycle away like a gust of wind.
Victor Hawthorne: "..."