"I have to admit, you are ruthless..." Yale Lin sighed helplessly, "Since I'm so pitiful, could you stop adding the insult?"

Isabel Su giggled, and her breasts trembled, dazzling his eyes.

"Don't get me wrong, I didn't mean to discourage you. It's just I'm distressed for your depression. How about we go for a ride? Maybe you will feel better."

The beautiful woman patted her car with her hand, her face full of complacency. Owning a supercar at a young age, she was undoubtedly a winner in life. In stark contrast, Yale was a loser wearing cheap clothes. Their difference made him uncomfortable.

Although unable to figure out Isabel's intentions, Yale stepped up because the Ferrari was too attractive that he couldn't move his eyes away.

It was no exaggeration that before the age of 15, Yale owned many supercars such as Lamborghini, Aston Martin, etc. Among them, there were many global limited editions, not to mention Ferrari. Now that the ban expired, he missed the days when he drove supercars to hit the road. Back then, he was young and vigorous.

"Ferrari 488 Pista Spider, a very nice car." Yale recognized it at a glance and said casually.

A smear of surprise flashed in Isabel's eyes, and she leaned against the car door with a smile, "So, are you interested in getting in and enjoying the speed?"

By rights, it was a rare chance to get an invitation from a beautiful woman to experience a supercar, and the loser or any other young man should be more than glad. After all, not any random guy was worthy to get in Flame Rose's car.

To her surprise though, Yale shook his head and spoke, "I am interested in diving rather than sitting in the car."

Isabel looked at the man in amazement. This was unbelievable. It was a great honor for him to get in the car, but the man aspired to drive my Ferrari. Had you ever driven a supercar? It was not something you could drive since you had a driver's license. It was worth over four million. Were you able to compensate if any damage occurred?

Yale squinted at her and sneered, "What, you are reluctant? If you cherish your car so much, then forget it, bye!" Unexpectedly, he turned away without looking back.

This wretch...

Isabel itched to curse. As the dream girl of many young men, she was always the one to make a scene. As for the son-in-law of Jiang's Family, he was too humble. Should he act so imprudently and fail to appreciate her kindness?

But Yale's upright back looked mysterious. Who was this fellow exactly? Was he using intrigues and tricks? She needed to figure it out. If he was just a pretender, she was determined to break his leg.

"Hey... wait up." Isabel shouted loudly.

"Anything else?" Yale halted his steps.

"Don't you want to drive my car? Come here, I agree."

"That's more like it..."

Yale Lin walked over with a smile, took over the low-profile key of the Ferrari, opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat. The lost feelings came back, and he narrowed his eyes to conceal the excitement in his heart.

A little upset, Isabel sat next to him, regarding herself mad. Should she let an unfamiliar man use her car? After all, the Ferrari supercar was different from ordinary ones. Any mistake might result in the destruction of passengers and the car.

Such accidents happened before and were covered by the news. Due to unfamiliarity with the driving modes, many second-generation rich had car accidents and lost their lives soon after buying them.

But she had made a promise. If she took it back now, she would be despised by others. Besides, it was not her style to do such a thing. She had to bite the bullet, fasten the belt and said anxiously, "My car is different and has no gears. Do you see the three buttons..."

Before she could finish her words, Yale said impatiently, "No need to tell me that, but I drove a Ferrari ten years ago, do you believe me?"

This kid could really brag. In a sour tone, Isabel said, "I don't buy it. Let's see how you drive it away, arrogant man."

"Just name the destination."

"Exuberance Mansion, Glaze Street, Iron District, do you know the place?"

Yale Lin nodded his head, fastened the belt and started the engine. As the engine chugged, the car trembled slightly. Skillfully he used his fingers to prod the gears on the right, and the car rushed out with a start.

"Ah... be careful, impact..." Isabel screamed, regarding herself a fool to believe in a mouther. Should this stupid guy drove so fast when the car was just coming out of the parking lot? He was courting death.

As the car was about to collide with a Cadillac from the opposite direction, Yale suddenly slammed the steering wheel, and the Ferrari veered, almost touching the bumper of the Cadillac. Dumbfounded, that driver was bathed in a cold sweat.

The red Ferrari roared on the road, and Isabel patted her chest with her hand, her heart about to jump out. But she believed that Yale could really drive a supercar, and this man was a veteran.

However, while the fear still lingered, the following move of the man shocked Isabel. About to collapse, she shouted with a distorted voice, "Ah... what are you doing? That's death driving mode... do you have a death wish!"

That was right. Yale turned a red knob to switch into CST OFF mode. That meant the maximum output of the engine was tuned in track state. Electronic auxiliary equipment such as car stability were all turned off. Without any safety measure, the car was totally in the hands of personal skills. This was also known as the death mode.

Yale held the steering wheel with one hand, his eyes full of fervency. Nonchalantly he spoke, "This is the excitement, otherwise what is the point of driving a supercar?"

Like a streak of lightning, the red Ferrari sped up on the road.

This lunatic... Isabel didn't dare to look forward but felt an accident might happen at any time. Any careless mistake would crush their bones and put an end to their young lives.

In desperation, she turned her head to look at Yale and noticed his sculpted features. This man not only looked handsome from the front, but his side face was more astounding.

Even at high speed, Yale just put one hand on the steering wheel, felt at ease and looked super cool.

It appeared the skill of this fellow was not inferior to that of professional racing drivers. Isabel felt more confused. How could a loser drive a Ferrari so skillfully?

Her nerves were a little relaxed, and a sudden idea crossed her mind. Turning on her cell phone, she shot a video of Yale absorbed in driving and posted it on WeChat under the caption, "How is my driver? "

Immersed in the driving fun, Yale totally forgot the beautiful woman by his side and didn't notice Isabel was shooting a video of him.

Isabel had a lot of WeChat friends, including her girlfriends, classmates, and friends from the supercar club. Most of them were female, and soon she got a lot of likes and comments.

"Wow, this guy is so handsome, I need his contact information." There was a lustful emoji behind the text.

"This should be a gigolo kept by sister Isabel. He looks nice and vigorous."

"The guy is awesome, at least seven times a night, enjoy it, titter."

The video got a lot of comments within a short time, and most of them were filled with admiration for Isabel. Giving a hint of a smile, she typed fast to respond.

"Hum, no way, he is mine."

"You're wrong, he is a wolf, very crazy!"

"I don't know but haven't tried it yet, ha-ha."