Cars Are Meant to Be Crashed

"Hello, could you give me a ride?"

Mikaela stood by the Lamborghini's door. Because of the convertible top, the interior was completely visible. She looked at the supercar with envy, dreaming of owning one herself.

Because of her family background, she started getting involved with cars at a young age and her hobby was modifying them. However, she didn't have the money, so she could only indulge her passion at the repair shop.

"City center?"

Russell glanced at Mikaela with a puzzled look. According to the plot, she should have ridden Bumblebee and played the female lead as a decorative figure for two consecutive films until she made some outrageous remarks and was kicked out by the director.

"Yes, could you please give me a ride?" Mikaela clasped her hands together, raised an eyebrow, and gave Russell a flirtatious look.

"I have to say, your acting is really bad..."

Russell chuckled softly, pushed the car door open, got out, and sat in the passenger seat under Mikaela's puzzled gaze. "Want to try it out and experience the push-back feeling of accelerating from 0 to 100 km/h in 2.9 seconds!"

It was like a pie falling from the sky. Mikaela pointed to her face in disbelief and said, "Sir, are you serious? Let me drive?"

"That's right, I just overheard your conversation with your boyfriend..."

"It's not anymore!"

"OK, I just overheard your conversation with your ex-boyfriend..."

"That was just a passerby!"

"Okay, I just overheard your conversation with Passerby A. He said you're only suited for bumper cars." Russell pointed to the driver's seat. "I think he's absolutely right. So, want to try out this bumper car?"

"YES!"

Mikaela was extremely excited. She clenched her fist tightly, afraid that Russell would change his mind, and dashed to the driver's seat. She adjusted the seat, fastened her seatbelt, and fumbled around on the steering wheel with her hands, her eyes shining just like Sam's.

Mikaela pressed the start button, which resembled a fighter jet's engine, and then suddenly paused. "Sir, aren't you afraid I'll wreck the car if you do this?"

"Aren't bumper cars meant to be bumped into?"

In an instant, Mikaela felt her breath catch in her throat, her heart pounding wildly, her face flushed red, and she dared not look at Russell again, whispering, "If you break anything, don't blame me."

"It's okay, we'll just buy a new one if it gets damaged."

Mikaela's eyes widened, and her wildly racing heart suddenly stopped. She had never known that a man could be so handsome!

In comparison, passerby A, whose brain is full of shit, and Sam, who is walking hormones, are just a speck of dust in the sea of people.

"Hurry up and drive. It's 10 miles from here to the city center. I'll time you."

Because of the excellent driving experience, Mikaela didn't want to let go of the steering wheel, and with Russell's permission, he drove back and forth again.

When the two returned to the city center, it was already dinnertime. Upon learning that Russell lived alone and would have to prepare dinner himself, Mikaela volunteered to treat Russell to dinner.

Seeing the Lamborghini, it was clear Russell wasn't poor. Mikaela felt awkward about settling for just anyone, so she went to a slightly more upscale restaurant, which likely cost her a significant portion of her savings. But she felt it was well worth it. Regardless of whether she was attracted to him, Russell's attitude towards her alone made her want to be his friend.

Mikaela's mother passed away early, and she grew up with her father in a very difficult environment. Her father repaired cars during the day and stole cars at night to repair them, because he was afraid that something might happen to her if she was alone, so he took her with him both day and night.

Later, her father was arrested and imprisoned, and she also became a juvenile delinquent, making her childhood extremely tragic.

Mikaela was far more mature than other precocious girls. She was lonely and extremely insecure, to the point that her aesthetic preferences leaned towards muscular men rather than handsome and wealthy playboys.

Her attraction to muscular men is just a facade; these girls crave attention and are very easy to win over. First, give her ample respect, and second... just pamper her!

Congratulations Russell! He has inadvertently won the heart of a young girl. Although he may have just been killing time out of boredom, Mikaela doesn't think so. Being with Russell is exceptionally fulfilling on a spiritual level.

"Uh, I'm sorry to have troubled you this time. Next time... next time I'll definitely treat you to a big meal." Mikaela gripped the steering wheel. Russell was very gentlemanly when paying the bill, which made her feel cared for once again. She felt addicted to that kind of meticulous care.

"I should be the one saying thank you. Men look their best when swiping their cards. Thank you for giving me a chance to look cool."

Without thinking much, Mikaela blurted out her true feelings. "No, you're handsome even when you're not swiping your card."

Thank you, you're charming too.

Mikaela was overjoyed to hear this. It was just a polite remark, but it made her heart melt. She asked in a trembling voice, "Russell, where do you live? I'll take you home."

Russell: "..."

Girl, this is my car! And these are my lines!

Meeting Russell's puzzled gaze, Mikaela said apologetically, "I'm really sorry to have wasted most of your time today and then troubled you to take me home. I'll just take a taxi back later."

Actually, Mikaela didn't want Russell to see what her house looked like: a simple two-story house made of prefabricated wood, filled with car parts and smelling of engine oil.

Every girl will try to show her charm in front of the person she likes. It's only natural that they will try their best to hide their sloppy side, especially girls like Mikaela who have a slightly insecure past.

Russell pointed to the night sky. "This is America. Nobody's going to be stupid enough to let a pretty girl take a taxi home alone. You don't want to be on the front page tomorrow, do you?"

"But...but I..." Mikaela's forehead was sweating. She had a sudden idea and forced herself to say, "Actually, my father is having a party at home tonight, the kind where you only wear pajamas. He invited a lot of those...those kinds of women...you know what I mean. It's inconvenient for me to go back right now."

Russell: "..."

Girl, Jeff already told me your dad's still in jail. Is it really okay to make him take the blame? If word gets out, he might Prison Break!

"Alright then, would you mind coming to my place for a bit?" Russell paused, then said to the uneasy Mikaela, "Trust me, nothing will happen."

Something can happen, that's fine!

Mikaela was a little conflicted. On the one hand, she looked forward to getting closer to Russell, but on the other hand, she didn't want Russell to think she was a frivolous woman.

Still conflicted, Mikaela arrived at the detached villa complex where Russell's family lived, following the address provided.

"It's a beautiful house..." After parking the car, Mikaela went inside and felt a pang of bitterness compared to her own poor little nest.

"It's alright!" Russell replied casually. No matter how beautiful it was, he wouldn't stay for long. He led Mikaela upstairs and opened the door to a room. "This is the guest room. There's a bathroom inside, and there are disposable pajamas in the wardrobe. You don't have to wear them if you don't like them."

"Haha, just kidding..." Russell raised an eyebrow. "My room is next door, don't knock on the door in the middle of the night, it's dangerous."

After saying this, Russell turned to leave, but Mikaela suddenly spoke up and stopped him.

"Wait a moment..."

"What's wrong?" Russell tilted his head slightly, looking up at the ceiling light at a 45-degree angle, thinking to himself that he had been putting on a cool act all day and it was finally time to reap the rewards.

If Mikaela pounces on him, will he play along or feign weakness?

To avoid alerting the enemy, he decided to return to his room and wait for them to come to him in the middle of the night to trap them.

"Thanks!"

"Um?"

Mikaela smiled and said, "It's nothing, I just wanted to say that."

Russell spread his hands. "Don't be so alarmed, I thought you were going to throw yourself at me!"

"I have thought about it, but I know you will definitely refuse!" Mikaela said confidently, her eyes full of trust as she looked at Russell.

Russell: "..."

Why don't you give it a try? What gives you the right to say that if you don't even try?

"Well then, see you tomorrow." Mikaela closed the door, revealing half of her body as she waved with a smile.

"Speaking of seeing you tomorrow..." Russell remembered something and asked in confusion, "Mikaela, why didn't you go to work at the auto repair shop today?"

"Huh? How did you know I work at a car repair shop?"

"What, didn't Jeff tell you? He recommended you to be my secretary, and I agreed." Russell pointed to himself. "I'm the owner of the auto repair shop, which means I'm your boss."

"B... BOSS!?"

Mikaela's mouth dropped open. Only then did she realize that Russell was her boss. Before that, she had always thought that the owner of the auto repair shop was a fat, greasy middle-aged man. So when Jeff told her that she could switch to being a secretary, she refused, fearing that she would go to jail for excessive self-defense.

"What, Jeff didn't explain clearly?"

"No... he made it very clear..." Mikaela wiped the cold sweat from her forehead. "When Jeff brought this up, I didn't give him a clear answer. I'm thinking about it these past two days."

"Is it difficult?"

"No problem, I've already thought it through. I'll call him back right now." Mikaela slammed the door shut, rummaged through her bag, took out her phone, and dialed Jeff's number.

"The number you dialed is currently switched off..."

"Sigh, it's only this late and you're already turning off your phone and going to sleep. Do you think your hair will grow back if you go to bed early?" Mikaela angrily threw down her phone and rolled around on the bed.

On the other side, another person was tossing and turning in bed. It was Sam, whose eyes were bloodshot and he was suffering from insomnia.

If the goddess is riding in Russell's Lamborghini, what's the point of his life?

Unfortunately, the sleeping pills were too bitter, the gas smelled too bad, the power strip was impossible to unscrew, the paper cutter was rusty, the bathtub hadn't been cleaned for two days, and the lawn downstairs was too prickly... There was nothing he could do; dying was too difficult, so he could only stubbornly continue to live.

"Where is Mikaela now? At Russell's house? What are they doing, like this, like that, or like that..." Sam covered his head, trying hard not to let his mind wander, but the more he tried not to think about it, the more he thought about it, and then he tragically realized that he couldn't even imagine the scene.

"Damn it, I'm a theory expert..."

"Buzz! Buzz buzz buzz————"

The familiar sound of a car engine came from outside the window. Sam jumped out of bed and looked out to see that his beat-up car, which he thought would never be stolen, had been stolen.

"No! My car! My $4,000!"