The trio, full of anticipation, buzzed with excitement over the upcoming car showcase event. They’d spent hours flipping through catalogues, scrolling through online showrooms, and arguing over which cars had the best designs, horsepower, and tech features. Each of them wanted something extraordinary—something that would turn heads and silence every critic on campus.Collins was particularly loud in his enthusiasm, bombarding Anna and John with his options every two minutes. Anna was leaning toward a sleek, hyper-feminine luxury coupe with rose gold accents, while Collins couldn’t decide between a matte-black muscle car or a European concept design that looked like it had time-travelled from 2040.But in the midst of all the chatter, John sat silently, calm and collected, his eyes fixed on the clouds outside the window.“I trust Mr. Carter to deliver as always,” he thought to himself.Mr. Carter—brilliant, eccentric, and deeply loyal—had once been the lead engineer for one of the worl

John stood still, eyes wide, his chest rising and falling faster than normal. He had to pinch himself once, twice, and a third time just to confirm that he was still alive and that everything around him wasn’t some elaborate dream."Shit!" he whispered unconsciously, overwhelmed by the magnificence before him.He was standing at the edge of a glimmering bridge leading to what looked like a castle on water, floating gracefully at the centre of a perfectly manicured garden. It didn’t look real. The light bouncing off the glass-like surface of the water reflected the structure’s symmetry and impossible design—sharp edges blended with organic curves, marble mixed with glass, and green vines scaling the stone walls as if they were part of the plan all along.It defied every rule of architecture and logic.John didn’t even need to ask. He could already feel Mr Carter’s fingerprint all over it."Young master, this way please," came a voice from beside him.John turned his head slowly, still

“What is the meaning of this?” John exclaimed, his voice sharp as he stared at his phone screen.The headline on the event bulletin flashed ominously in bold red text: “Showcase Date Moved: New Date – Day After Tomorrow”His fingers clenched around the phone.He knew exactly who was behind this: Jerry and Noel. The pair had a history of pulling strings behind the scenes, twisting timelines, and sabotaging competitors. It didn’t take a genius to see their fingerprints all over this. The sudden schedule shift wasn’t a coincidence; it was warfare.Still, John wasn’t fazed.He had seen this coming.From the moment his name was submitted for the elite car showcase, he had prepared not just to compete but to win. He didn’t need the extra time. His victory was being constructed with precision.“I’m not only participating,” he muttered under his breath, swiping across his phone screen, “I’m winning.”He opened his contacts and tapped on the name Mr Carter.The line rang once. Twice.Mr Carte

At the Raymond mansion, silence echoed in the vast, polished corridors until the heavy, automated doors of the walk-in closet opened.The room wasn’t a closet. It was an empire of its own.John stepped into what could easily pass as a luxury designer showroom. Spanning the size of a full-sized apartment, every wall was lined with rotating racks displaying the finest pieces from elite designers, some collections already released, others not yet unveiled to the public.There were suits from Tom Ford’s unreleased winter collection, trench coats made from limited-edition crocodile leather, and silk shirts from Dior’s one-of-a-kind archive. Louboutin, Balenciaga, Armani, Off-White, each with its own dedicated shelf, sectioned and colour-coded. Even his accessories, from diamond-encrusted cufflinks to platinum timepieces, were arranged in a tiered, staircase layout.At the center stood John. Dazed.It was too much.He had once struggled to afford secondhand sneakers, and now he stood in the

The glint from the mirror caught Anna’s eye as she turned her face slightly to admire the full outfit. She had never looked this powerful.Dolce & Gabbana had outdone themselves.The sequined bodysuit was a custom one-off design, tailored to hug every dip and rise of her perfectly sculpted hourglass frame. Each seam sparkled under her vanity lights, embedded with hand-stoned embellishments shaped like miniature car insignias—a nod to the automotive theme of the competition. She paired it with thigh-high leather boots, a pair of dark-tinted cat-eye shades, and a thin belt of diamonds around her waist.It wasn’t just a look. It was a statement.She took a few selfies in front of the golden velvet drapes she had specially installed in her dressing room for this moment. Click. Click. Another. Then, a full-body mirror boomerang for her story. The backdrop of neon lights, a perfectly positioned perfume bottle, and a glass of champagne completed the aesthetic. If tonight was a battlefield, s