บท 39: Lykan HyperSport

Noah stepped out of the restaurant, feeling the warm evening breeze against his face. The sun was still up in the air

He had just said his goodbyes to Aiden and his dad and was thinking about the day's events when his phone buzzed in his pocket. Glancing at the screen, he raised an eyebrow—it was Jackson.

Jackson was a rich second-generation, amateur racing driver Noah had met a while back at the racetrack. He had asked Noah to exchange numbers, but this was the first time Noah had heard from him since then. Curious, Noah answered.

"Hello, Mr. Noah?" came Jackson's voice, sounding slightly unsure.

Noah smirked at the formality. "Just Noah is fine. What's up, Jackson?"