Young Lord of The Dragon Sect novel Chapter 652

“Knock it off! You are more like a kitten than a tiger. Hurry up! Victoria must be worried waiting for us.” Maximilian pushed Flora away gently paying no attention to her being dramatic.

Flora stomped her feet resentfully and followed him pouting.

At the same time, Myles stood on the roadside with Keegan. He took out a cigarette to light it up and said gloomily, “What the hell? I lose to him my limited edition sports car I’ve just bought. You damned fool. What the hell is going on?”

“Please cool down! I haven’t figured it out with my friend yet. It shouldn’t have gone wrong,” said Keegan scratching his head.

He was lost without any clue why the ticket turned out to be a fake.

“Let me ask my friend first. I will get back to you with an answer for sure.” After calming down Myles, he took out his mobile phone and called Thompson.

Keegan finally got through this time. He asked eagerly, “Thompson, what’s the problem of the ticket you gave me? How come the ticket turned out to be a fake after verification? I was so embarrassed.”

“Oh, my god! Have you already talked to Maximilian and Victoria? I’m so disappointed with you,” Thompson said dramatically and deliberately.

“What do you mean? Don’t tell me that the ticket will become real on the day of the concert. Don’t jerk me around.”

“All right! I don’t see any point of talking to you. Bye, you idiot!” Thompson hung up the phone immediately, which really pissed off Keegan.

“Fuck! You son of a bitch! Damn it!”

“Stop your cursing! I need an explanation now. And you must get my sports car back, which I have spent 20 million dollars.” Myles got hold of Keegan’s collar furiously and rocked Keegan back and forth hard as if he were going to eat him up on the spot.

Keegan said miserably, “I won’t be able to compensate you with 20 million dollars. It’s all because of the damned Maximilian. We should work together to square accounts with him.”

After pushing and shoving Keegan, Myles let go of Keegan’s collar because it wouldn’t do him any good ripping Keegan at the moment. He had lost the car to Maximilian, so he had to deal with Maximilian to get the car back.

“Damn it! Make yourself useful now. I need my car back, my limited edition sports car.”

“I know it’s the limited edition. Let me figure it out. Why don’t we get some people to take back the car by force?”

“Do you have a screw loose or what? If it could be taken back by force, I wouldn’t have been here listening to your bullshits.” Myles rolled his eyes at Keegan angrily.

With friends like Keegan, he really didn’t need enemies.

Keegan scratched his head in embarrassment, trying to figure out a solution.

Finally an idea hit him. Just like kids who lost fights would seek help from their parents, Keegan decided to talk his father into asking Marcus for help.

It would be practical to build a racing club in some outskirts of big cities. But it was a fly-by-night idea to build one in H City as far as Myles was concerned.

“Haha! I’ll tell you about it when you are here. It’s hard to explain it to you over the phone. I’m waiting for you here. I gotta go! Talk to you later.” Canaan hung up the phone.

Myles hesitated for a second and decided to find out what Canaan was working on. It was not long before he entered the construction site. He asked around and finally saw Canaan in the office of the Project Headquarters.

Canaan was a bit surprised to see Myles entering his office. “You are pretty fast. I thought it would take you half an hour to arrive here.”

“I happened to be around. Tell me about it. Why are you building a racing club here? Please don’t take it wrong. I’m not looking down upon you. It’s just that the location sucks.”

Canaan shook his head with a smile, “It has nothing to do with the location. I do it mainly for my master.”

“Your master? Who’s your master?” Myles became more curious about it.

“It seems that you don’t keep your finger on the pulse. Not long ago, my master had a competition with Regan who was lagged far behind. My master has become famous in this field since the competition,” said Canaan with pride.

“No way! Holy shit! He really defeated Regan Saunders?”