Bugara was the best at driving out of all the bodyguards Zayn had. Hence, he had been put in charge of driving Zayn around.
The Giblo family hired only the best. All their bodyguards were the best in their fields of specialties, and all could be considered professionals in their field.
Bugara had yet to meet anyone who could outdrive him. However, he had finally met his match today.
The silver-colored Rolle-Royce zipped lithely around the other cars like a slippery eel. Threading through the crowd confidently, it managed to keep ahead of Zayn's car despite Bugara's best efforts at catching up.
Soon enough, the silver-colored Rolls-Royce was more than ten meters ahead of them.
"Bugara, what's wrong with you? Catch up with them immediately!" Benard ordered, sounding rather stricken.
Sweat was beading on Bugara's brows. He stepped down on the accelerator and sped forward, but the Rolls-Royce put even more distance between them. He couldn't catch up with it at all.
Feeling rather humiliated, he gritted his teeth and stepped down on the accelerator fully, causing the car to lunge forward.
"Come on, you can't lose to a woman!"
Recalling how he had suffered at the hands of that female bodyguard yesterday, Benard felt a wave of anger wash over him. He had to win this competition today, no matter how petty it sounded.
Inside the silver-colored Rolls-Royce, a female bodyguard adjusted her sunglasses and stepped down hard on the accelerator, causing the car to speed along the road so quickly that it nearly flew into the air.
Freda, who was riding shotgun, looked in the rearview mirror and laughed with satisfaction. "How could they even think of catching up to us?"
In the backseat, Carla shut her eyes to rest. Calmly, she said, "Take note of your own safety."
"Yes, Ms. Lierger!" Freda responded instantly.
Rogan, who was driving, shot a look at the rearview mirror. When she spotted the black-colored Rolls- Royce catching up to them, she started frowning in annoyance.
"Rogan, what's up with you? Step on it!" Freda practically screeched.
"I'm trying!" Rogan replied crossly. "I didn't think that rascal would have some tricks up his sleeve."
"Well, hurry up! Don't let them catch up to us, " Freda grumbled.
Rogan sped up, but the black-colored Rolls-Royce caught up to them eventually.
The two cars cruised along the road alongside each other, making for a very strange sight indeed.
"Try and maintain this speed!" Benard yelped at Bugara.
"Got it!" Bugara replied. He could neither speed up nor slow down now—instead, he continued driving at the same speed to match that of the silver-colored Rolls-Royce.
The two cars were only one meter apart now. The distance was getting a little dangerous.
Zayn jerked his head around to stare at the car next to him, wondering who was inside. However, try as he might, all he could make out was a blurry figure.
He could tell that the person was staring at him, too.
"That's Zayn Giblo, you say?"
Carla's eyes narrowed as she appraised the man in the car next to her. Although she could only see the outline of his face, she couldn't help but feel that it looked rather familiar.
"Yes, that's probably him, " Freda replied, pressing her nose against the glass. "You can't really see anything through those tinted windows, though."
"Slow down a little, " Carla ordered.
"Yes, Ms. Lierger." Rogan reduced the speed of the car immediately.
Next to them, the car slowed down as well. No matter how Rogan controlled the speed of the car, they always managed to match her speed.
"Oh, how annoy
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