Suddenly, the surroundings fell silent; they could see clearly that this unmodified Rolls-Royce was weaving through the road like a ghost. The rugged winding road seemed to have no effect on it, as it took only thirty minutes to reach the finish line—at least half the time of their previous record!
The door of the passenger seat was pushed open, and Nia, pale and trembling, got out of the car and stumbled toward a less crowded area. However, before she could take a step, she crouched down and started throwing up violently.
Talon leisurely got out, leaned against the car, and quietly watched. "If you can't handle your drink, don't drink. Drinking and then throwing up—aren't you just wasting it?"
Nia was too busy throwing up to pay him any attention.
"Mr. Storm, you… thirty minutes and f
