The Rise of Lucas

Chapter 90.

As the sun rose and the city awoke, Lucas sat in his elegant, sporty ride, taking in the sunrise's golden and rose colors on the horizon. He seemed as determined as the engine, which roared to life under the hood like a symphony of power.

He felt embraced by the leather seats as he slid through the morning rush-hour traffic, the city coming to life all around him. As they loomed above the cityscape, skyscrapers reflected the sunlight like beacons of hope. It seemed as if the city had just awakened from its sleep; the atmosphere buzzed with activity.

As Lucas's car slid through the busy streets, the sound of the engine blended in with the city's pulsating pace. Subconsciously moving to the urban soundtrack—faraway horns, conversation murmurs, and the odd street performer bringing a musical touch to the symphony—his fingers delicately stroked the steering wheel.

With the car's silky acceleration, he breezed through lanes, each crossing providing a little respite on the way. The city, wi