Complaint

They parked in front of a quaint restaurant, the atmosphere light as Michael and Olivia stepped out of the car.

"This place has great reviews. I hope you like it," Michael remarked, holding the door for Olivia.

"I'm sure I will. And thank you for tonight, Michael. It means a lot," Olivia responded with a warm smile.

As they strolled towards the restaurant's entrance, a sudden rush of wind and the roar of an engine caught their attention. A car sped towards them, narrowly missing Olivia.

Steadying Olivia, Michael's brow furrowed as they both recognized Maxwell's distinctive car.

"What the... that was close!" Olivia exclaimed.

Michael, concern etched on his face, asked, "Did you see who was driving that car?"

"No, it happened so fast. Are you okay?" Olivia replied.

"Yeah, just shaken. But that looked like Maxwell's car. Strange, though, I thought I saw Wallas driving," Michael mused, his eyes narrowing.

Shaking off the shock, they entered the restaurant, attempting to regain their compo
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