I Ctrl+Alt+Deleted My Ex and Ctrl+C'd His Uncle novel Chapter 52

Sophie added, eves still red immed

Fotfozen WWP anging inside her, threatening to drown her. She needed an outlet–fast.

Marcus gave the driver a look, and the Maybach took off toward the club.

The moment they stopped, Marcus opened the door and pulled Sophie out.

This was Southbridge’s most exclusive racing club.

A place where annual fees ran into the millions, and only national racing champions could qualify.

It was a known haven for the rich second–generation elite–and no one would’ve guessed someone as composed as Marcus would ever set foot here.

“Pick one.”

He stopped in front of a row of dazzling sports cars.

Sophie didn’t care about the brands or specs. She just wanted speed–escape.

She pointed to the flashiest red car in the lineup.

Marcus raised a brow, amused.

“Good taste.”

Sophie didn’t bother replying. She slipped into the passenger seat without a word.

Marcus got behind the wheel and fired up the engine.

He glanced sideways.

“Ready?”

“Marcus, why are you so chatty today?” Sophie snapped.

He blinked, momentarily stunned–then let out a quiet, incredulous laugh.

Oh? She dared sass him now?

His foot slammed down on the gas.

The red beast roared to life with a deafening growl.

Before Sophie could react, the g–force shoved her back into her seat.

She froze for a second, then suddenly gripped the safety belt and shouted:

“Faster! Marcus, faster!”

His eyes darkened with a hint of thrill.

“You got it.”

The speed sent her adrenaline surging.

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She threw her head back and treamed at the top of his lungs.

Lia Mason, you bastard! Cath halt

“I swear. Filmake you pay for everything!

The rest of the wind carried away her curses–Along with the rage, suffocation, and humiliation that had been trapped insel bet.

The storm in Marcus eyes began to clear. His lips curled slightly.

Three laps later, the car screeched to a halt..

Sophie looked at him, still high on the rush

“That’s it? We’re done already?”

She’d never felt so free.

Stopping so soon left her… a little disappointed.

“Don’t forget,” he said, “you’re still pregnant.”

“Oh… right. The baby.”

At the mention of the child, her mood dimmed again.

Speed gave her a momentary escape, but reality was still there–waiting.

“I can make this go away,” Marcus said quietly.

“You’re the mother of my child. That makes it my business.”

Sophie sighed.

“And how do you plan to help?”

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