Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 466

“Maybe this time. It’ll be loving they’ll find. Maybe now they can be more than just friends. She’s back in his life...”

At the same time, the song ‘Maybe This Time’ was playing on the radio of Zeke’s car.

Zeke had just sent Sharon to school. He was on his way to Linton Group.

Zeke was obviously not a fan of the song, so he pressed on the skip button.

“I don’t want to lose your love. I don’t want to be the one who’s broken-hearted...”

He frowned and pressed on the skip button again.

“You can’t tell me it’s not worth dyin’ for. You know it’s true. Everything I do, I do it for you...”

Zeke switched off the radio afterward. “Why is the radio playing all these old songs? Perhaps I should get a new car someday.”

The car had belonged to Daniel previously. So he customized all the songs to suit his preference.

Zeke was so focused on driving that he failed to realize a Maserati was tailing him.

The person seated on the driver seat of the Maserati was none other than Nancy.

Nancy was caught in perplexity, looking at the car and Zeke’s figure from behind.

She could not shake off the feeling that the car and Zeke’s figure resembled her hero.

A horrifying and bold idea popped into her mind. Could that kept-man be my hero?

The thought caused her face to turn pale and a sense of despair surged within her.

Nancy took a deep breath and muttered, “My hero’s driving skills is superb, unlike Zeke. Hmm. Let me test out his driving skills. I can prove that he’s not my hero if he is terrible in driving.”

Nancy stepped on the accelerator to catch up to Zeke and drove her car next to his.

Nancy shouted, “Hey, kept-man! What a coincidence.”

Zeke turned to glance at Nancy. “Nonsense! That’s not my name. I am Zeke Williams.”

“You can stop pretending now. Zeke Williams is just a name. You should really refer to yourself as a kept-man.”

“I’ll kill you.”

“Zeke, how dare you drive a car with that lousy driving skills? Oh dear, my disdain for you is growing by the minute.”

Zeke was mad. “My driving skills is lousy? Haha! That’s probably the funniest joke I’ve ever heard.” How dare you criticize the driving skill of the champion of the International Military Drag Racing Competition for 10 consecutive years? This is completely outrageous!

Nancy retorted, “Oh? You are confident in your skills, aren’t you? Do you dare to accept my challenge? Let me teach you a lesson.”

Zeke responded, “I’m ready when you are.”

Nancy yelled, “Go!” Then she floored the accelerator and zoomed off.

Zeke was about to put his driving skills on full display, but he did not step on the gas pedal in the end. Why did she challenge me all of a sudden? She should have avoided me, judging from her usual temper. Something fishy is going on. Is she trying to identify me as her hero by testing out my driving techniques? I cannot show her my skills to prevent exposing my identity. Otherwise, she will haunt me like a nightmare in the future.

So, Zeke only performed one-tenth of his usual standard.

But he did not fall far behind Nancy even when he was deliberately underperforming.

Nancy felt relieved when Zeke failed to catch up with her. He’s not even qualified to be my hero’s lackey with that awful driving skills.

She began to slow down and flashed her middle finger at Zeke. “Hey, kept-man. Your driving skills suck. You’ve got no wife, and you’re a poor loser.”

“You know nothing. This highway has got a speed limit of 160km per hour. I do not want to violate the law and get halted by the traffic officer,” Zeke countered.

“Haha! Those police officers are biased. They will only target losers like you who drive such a lousy car. They will never have the courage to stop someone like me because I’m driving a Maserati.”

“Is that so? Why am I not convinced?”

“Haha! You are only saying that because you’re jealous. I don’t want to stoop so low to your level, so I’m ditching you now.”

Nancy floored the accelerator again and sped off.

Zeke took out his phone and contacted Lone Wolf without any hesitation.

“Arrange a few traffic officers to standby at the north exit of Oakheart City’s highway. Tell them to flag down a Maserati. As for the reason to stop her, inform her that she was driving over the speed limit and illegal modification of her car.”

“Yes, Sir!” Lone Wolf replied.