The auditorium was electric.Each contestant was in place, their cars prepped and polished to mirror perfection under the giant rotating LED lights. Every curve, every finish, every metallic shine—was on full display. And the audience? They couldn’t get enough. Phones were out, live streams running, social media exploding with real-time reactions.It was more than a competition—it was history in motion.The atmosphere pulsed with anticipation, with each corner of the room brimming with the scent of high-end colognes and the murmurs of VIP conversations. It wasn’t just about cars—it was about legacy, prestige, and status.The compere, clad in a two-toned silk suit that shimmered with every move he made, took the mic and flashed his signature smile. The crowd leaned in. And then—“Let’s welcome our opening act, the sensational duo—Quavo and Dua Lipa!”The entire auditorium erupted.The lights dimmed and beams of coloured lasers crisscrossed the hall. The opening chords of Levitating dro

The energy in the auditorium was electric. Neon lights flashed across the stage, confetti canons were cocked and ready, and the roar of the crowd was deafening. Stepper was on stage, delivering a show-stopping performance that felt like a Super Bowl halftime show. Her voice thundered through the hall, her choreography flawless, her presence magnetic. Everyone was on their feet, screaming, singing along, recording every second.While the audience was caught in the trance of flashing lights and thumping bass, the judges were hard at work. In the background, they moved from one car to the next, clipboards in hand, their eyes squinting and scrutinising every detail—the craftsmanship of the bodywork, the luxury of the interiors, the innovation of the tech, and the durability promised by the engine builds. Each car was more than a vehicle—it was a statement. And the judges had to choose which one spoke loudest.As Stepper’s final note rang out and she exited the stage with Lil Press wavin

The air inside the auditorium was thick—not with smoke or lights—but with disbelief. Just moments ago, Daniel, the so-called golden boy of the tech world, had been basking in his arrogant victory. He stood tall, mocking his enemies, belittling the Raymond family, and painting himself as the untouchable king of innovation.And now?He was standing completely frozen, his hand trembling around the sleek body of his iPhone.His world had just shattered.His screen was filled with endless notifications.Frozen accounts. Asset seizures. Corporate blacklisting.And then…A scream from somewhere in the crowd:“The police are here!”Those four words hit Daniel harder than anything he’d read on his screen. His blood ran cold, and every part of his smug expression melted into raw, naked fear. He didn’t need a mirror to know how pale his face had become.He had mocked the wrong people.He had poked the bear that fed him.The crowd, at first confused, began to murmur, their heads turning towards t

The moment shattered like glass under pressure.“Will you let go of me!” Anna screamed, her voice echoing off the surrounding buildings as Noel dragged her by the arm. Her body thrashed against his grip, heels scraping the pavement, hair disheveled, her face twisted with fury and fear.“No!” Noel barked, his grip tightening as he yanked her forward.Before she could process the next second, his hand whipped across her face.Slap.The sound cut through the air like a gunshot.Anna staggered, stunned, her cheek already reddening. Tears welled in her eyes—not just from the pain, but from the sheer humiliation. She looked at him, trembling, unable to believe what he had just done.“Jerk! Let go of her hand!” came John’s voice, loud and booming, filled with rage. He broke into a sprint, Collins following close behind, as Noel continued dragging Anna away from the crowd.It was chaos.The night that had just crowned a mysterious masked winner now turned into a disturbing scene of public agg

John sat at the lounge with a calmness that barely concealed the storm of satisfaction brewing in his chest. The room around him buzzed with chatter, but in his world, everything had narrowed down to a single word—justice.Back at the estate, the air had been anything but calm.John’s grandfather had reached a breaking point. Years of granting the Johnsons grace had finally caught up with him. Reports had been filtering in for months—whispers of the Johnsons manipulating their position within the empire, overstepping their boundaries, acting like sovereigns in a kingdom they didn’t own. He had chosen patience over confrontation. Until now.“This recent move is nothing but the final straw,” he had said, pacing the length of his office with his hands behind his back, his voice shaking with restrained fury. “They dared to turn a girl’s life into a bargaining chip. A forced marriage? To that entitled brute of a boy?”John had remained silent at first, watching the patriarch simmer in ange