Boom!
The roar of a powerful engine echoed through the street, instantly drawing the attention of pedestrians.
Fenric sat behind the wheel of a brand-new Ferrari 488. He ignored the admiring stares of passing girls and instead toyed casually with a sleek black card in his hand.
It was the same black credit card he had obtained last time.
The Ferrari itself had been purchased with this very card—at the small cost of a few hundred thousand dollars. And yet, the limit still showed more than ninety-nine million dollars remaining.
Truly astonishing.
Just then, Fenric eased the car to the side of the road, his eyes narrowing as he spotted a familiar figure.
She stood out instantly—curves that turned heads, long legs, a slender waist, skin the shade of healthy bronze, and striking features framed by gemstone-like eyes that glittered with a captivating allure.
Mikaela Banes.
The heroine of Transformers.
At the moment, she was walking alone down the street. Unsurprisingly, Fenric's Ferrari caught her attention. It wasn't about wealth—Mikaela loved cars, and her passion for fixing them naturally drew her gaze.
"Hi! Mikaela!" Fenric called out.
Startled, Mikaela stopped in her tracks, looking at him with suspicion. "Do we… know each other?"
"No," Fenric replied with a disarming smile. "But we will soon."
Mikaela frowned slightly but, because of the car, chose to humor him. "What do you want?"
"I'd like to ask a favor. Do you know the Hoover Dam? I'd like to go there, but I'm unfamiliar with the route. Would you be my guide?" His smile deepened. "Of course, I'll compensate you—say… fifty thousand dollars?"
Fenric deliberately kept the amount reasonable, wary of making her think he was some scam artist.
Even so, Mikaela's eyes widened. Fifty thousand dollars in 2007 was a fortune—especially for a student like her, whose financial struggles had only worsened since her father was imprisoned.
"Are you… serious?" she asked in disbelief.
"Of course. Watch."
Spotting an ATM nearby, Fenric strolled over, inserted the black card, and withdrew a thick stack of crisp bills. Returning, he pressed the money into Mikaela's arms, then tossed her the car key.
"Get in. You drive."
Mikaela stared at the money and the key, stunned. "Oh my God… this feels like a dream!"
"As long as it's a sweet dream, don't question it." Fenric's tone shifted, his eyes sharp. "Now hurry. A beautiful girl holding that much cash out in the open? You're bound to attract trouble. Look around."
Following his gaze, Mikaela noticed several greedy stares directed at her. Her heart skipped a beat. Clutching the money tightly, she quickly slid into the driver's seat.
"Sir, I don't need this much compensation," she said softly once inside.
"It's fine." Fenric waved it off with a nonchalant air of wealth. "I have too much money to spend. Consider it helping me."
"..."
Faced with such audacity, Mikaela could only accept with a mix of shock and delight.
Her attention soon drifted back to the Ferrari. For someone who loved cars, being behind the wheel of a supercar was the ultimate dream.
"Boom!"
The engine roared to life, and Mikaela's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Wow…"
Fenric chuckled at her expression.
He could have flown directly to his destination in the Mark VII armor, far faster than any car. But this mission wasn't worth exhausting himself. He only wanted to test whether the black card worked properly—and ended up unexpectedly crossing paths with Mikaela.
Traveling alone was dull. Having a beautiful girl at the wheel was far more entertaining.
"Sir, please fasten your seatbelt," Mikaela said, grinning.
Fenric did as she asked. "By the way, my name is Fenric. Just call me Ric."
"Alright then, Ric. This car of yours is incredible!"
Buzz!
With a stomp on the accelerator, the Ferrari shot forward like an arrow released from a bow.
Mikaela let out an involuntary cry of excitement.
The drive was lively. As she reveled in the speed, she and Fenric chatted freely, quickly growing familiar with each other.
Time with a beautiful woman always passed quickly. Before long, night had fallen.
Mikaela parked the car, pointing ahead. "Ric, that's the Hoover Dam. But no one's allowed near it—especially not at night. I'd suggest finding a hotel nearby and going in tomorrow."
Her voice carried a subtle hesitation.
Young, wealthy, strikingly handsome… Fenric was the kind of man difficult for any girl to resist. Mikaela herself felt her heart race. A reckless thought crossed her mind—if Ric asked her to share a room, would she…?
Fenric glanced out at the massive dam, then at the clock. Barely past eight. Too early for a stealth mission. He nodded.
"Mikaela, do you know of a good hotel nearby?"
"I've heard of a well-known one, but I've never been inside," she admitted, her pulse quickening.
"Take me there."
Ten minutes later, they arrived.
Fenric booked a presidential suite without hesitation.
For Mikaela, stepping into such luxury was overwhelming. She'd never even dreamed of living in a place like this.
The evening passed in a blur—fine dining, expensive wine, laughter echoing through the suite.
By midnight, Mikaela lay fast asleep in his arms.
Fenric quietly opened his eyes. Slipping out of bed, he left the car key and a note on the table for her. Without another glance back, he walked out into the night.
A scoundrel, through and through.