Just as Ivan was about to continue yelling at Steve, Steve's phone suddenly rang.
He quickly picked it up and glanced at the screen.
A smirk instantly appeared on his face.
The caller was none other than **Wilson Blackwood**—the younger son of the Blackwood family. Arrogant, spoiled, and overflowing with confidence, Wilson always believed he was superior to everyone around him.
The moment Steve answered the call, Wilson's mocking voice came through the speaker.
"Well, well... Steve Smith. What happened? Don't tell me you've chickened out. Or did you forget that we have a race tonight?"
Before Steve could reply, another voice burst into laughter from the other end.
"Wilson, I think he's scared. He's probably hiding behind his family's name by now!"
Loud laughter echoed through the phone.
Ivan's expression darkened.
Without hesitation, he snatched the phone from Steve's hand.
"Fear is for children, Mr. Blackwood," Ivan said coldly. "The word *fear* doesn't exist in our dictionary. So get ready. You'll soon find out exactly what my brother is capable of."
A small smirk appeared on his lips before he continued,
"And tell your little follower that being your servant won't get him anywhere in life. He should try doing something useful instead."
With that, Ivan ended the call.
The anger in his eyes was impossible to hide.
And why wouldn't he be angry?
They had just insulted his family.
"Ivan, have you lost your mind?"
Steve's voice was filled with both anger and worry.
"Can't you see Danish is with us? How can we take her to a place that dangerous?"
Ivan ran a hand through his hair and let out a frustrated sigh.
"What else was I supposed to do? They weren't insulting just us—they were insulting our family. And anyone who dares to disrespect my family will have to deal with Ivan Smith."
Then he turned toward the back seat.
"So, Baby Azure..."
He smiled at Danish.
"Should we go meet those people?"
Danish blinked innocently before looking at Steve.
"Brother..."
"I promise I won't cause any trouble."
"So... please don't back out of the competition."
"After all..."
"A Smith never runs away from a challenge."
Her sweet voice instantly melted the atmosphere inside the car.
Steve simply rolled his eyes.
"You two really know how to make my life difficult."
With a helpless sigh, he started the engine once again.
Deep down...
He never wanted to back out of the race either.
---
Meanwhile...
Inside a private lounge at **Rafson Club**, Wilson was still holding his phone.
His face had turned gloomy.
Ivan's words had clearly gotten under his skin.
"Tch."
"So that little bird has quite a mouth."
The irritated voice came from behind him.
It was Oliver.
He still hadn't forgotten being called Wilson's follower.
Wilson casually tossed his phone onto the sofa.
"Let them come."
A confident smile slowly spread across his face.
"It's about time they learned who Wilson Blackwood really is."
He leaned back comfortably before speaking again.
"Tell Ron to bring my car."
Oliver smiled.
Tonight's race wasn't just about winning.
It was about the reputation of their families.
Neither side could afford to lose.
---
Far away...
Inside Blackwood Mansion.
On the fourth floor, a tall man stood silently in front of a floor-to-ceiling glass window.
His sharp eyes resembled those of an eagle—cold, deep, and impossible to read.
His fair skin almost glowed beneath the moonlight.
A cigarette rested between his fingers as he quietly stared at the full moon.
"...It feels like something is about to happen tonight."
A faint smirk appeared on his lips.
His handsome face, sharp jawline, and calm expression gave him a dangerous kind of beauty.
Just then...
The door opened.
"Sir..."
David, his personal secretary, stepped inside.
"The young master is about to participate in a race at Rafson Club. The mountain road there is extremely dangerous, especially with those sharp turns."
The room suddenly fell silent.
The man slowly turned his head.
His piercing gaze landed on David.
A chill instantly ran down David's spine.
Cold sweat formed on his forehead.
"Prepare the car."
"I'm going to Rafson Club."
The man dropped his cigarette onto the floor, crushed it beneath his shoe, and picked up his black jacket.
"Y-Yes, Sir!"
David quickly came back to his senses and hurried out of the room.
As he walked away, he couldn't help muttering under his breath,
*"Young Master Wilson... you've done it again."*
*"Because of you, the Devil is angry once more."*
*"May God help you tonight..."*
---
### Rafson Club – Racing Track
Two supercars stood proudly side by side beneath the dazzling lights.
A **metallic red Ferrari SF90 Stradale**.
And a **matte black McLaren Senna**.
Both cars had been heavily modified for racing.
Their powerful engines growled impatiently, ready to tear across the mountain roads.
"Wilson!"
"Wilson!"
"Wilson!"
The crowd chanted his name over and over.
Standing confidently in the middle of all the cheers, Wilson casually spun his car keys around one finger before walking toward his red Ferrari.
On the other side of the track, Steve's group stood quietly.
"Who cares how many followers Wilson has?" Ivan said with a grin. "Once you beat him, I can't wait to see their faces."
Everyone laughed.
Nearby, Danish quietly watched the lively crowd while sipping strawberry juice.
A bright smile spread across their face.
It was their first time visiting a place like this.
Steve, however, wasn't paying attention to the race.
His eyes kept drifting toward Danish.
Finally, he looked at Ivan and Adrian.
"You two..."
"Forget the race."
"Keep an eye on Danish."
"And don't let her wander off."
His voice carried the concern of an older brother.
Winning the race wasn't his biggest priority.
Danish's safety was.
Ivan and Adrian immediately straightened up.
"Yes, Sir!"
Steve nodded before turning back toward the track.
Even so...
He knew these two idiots were already too excited to stay completely focused.