Ethan Mark: Billionaire in Disguise

41. To Eldridge

The security guard revved the engine with such force that smoke billowed from the car's tires, enveloping the surroundings like an ominous cloud of uncertainty.

"Fasten your seat belt. This should be interesting," the security guard warned, and immediately, the car tires screeched, spinning like a whirling tornado.

At that instant, the reporters who had been knocking on the car and demanding an audience quickly retreated, avoiding the risk of being hit as they watched the car speed away like frightened deer fleeing from an oncoming predator. The screeching tires echoed like a siren, piercing the air with urgency as the car accelerated with the force of a bullet leaving the barrel of a gun. The car shook violently, struggling to maintain control and swerving from side to side.

"Hold on!" the security guard screamed, his voice barely audible over the chaos. He knew that speaking softly would be futile.

The car danced from left to right, teetering on the edge of a wild somersault if caut