Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir

77. Hike

“Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me,” I groan, turning the key over and over again. The first few times, the car wheezes as if it’s taking in its last dying breath, but finally, that also stops. I bash my fist into the dashboard, “what the heck is wrong with this thing?!”

“Judging by its age, I would say almost everything,” Coraline deadpans. Around us, the wind rustles pleasantly as birdcalls come from all around. Sunlight flits through the leaves of the canopy above us. It’s cool which is a plus. It would suck infinitesimally if we had crashed right under the glower of the sun.

“We need to get the car off the road,” I tell her, my voice bitter. “We’re right in the middle. I have to take a look under the hood.”

“Do you know anything about Mechanics?” questions Coraline dubiously, and I bite my lower lip.

“I mean, not really?” I reply, “but we should see if there’s something exploded in there, judging by the sound.”

Coraline tilts her head, “yeah, I think we should. Let’s get our daily