A Gift Fifteen Years Late

"Sir, which day is 'another day'?"

Jarvis persisted in asking, not because the advanced AI had evolved to the point of independent thought, but because Tony's programming was simply too humanlike.

"'Another day' means the day when the time is right. You'll know when it comes."

Tony brushed him off, waved goodbye to Jarvis, and entered the Formula race car under the staff's guidance. After a series of inspections and confirmations, the car took its position as the countdown to the race began.

Before coming here, Tony had looked into the Monaco Monte Carlo Circuit. It was one of the world's four most famous circuits, with public streets serving as the track, and it was the shortest circuit in F1.

The Monte Carlo Circuit held a very special position among F1 tracks. First of all, there were the spectators. Due to the country's circumstances, the audience here was either rich or noble—none of them lacked money.

Tony did not care much about that. After all, none of them had more money than he did.

Then there was the track itself, which combined high-speed roads with city streets. Race cars tore directly through the city, and residents could lean out their windows to watch them speed past beneath their homes.

Since streets had become the track, there were no buffer zones on either side. The track itself was also extremely narrow, and one mistake could end a driver's race early.

With curves throughout the entire circuit and no possibility of overtaking on straightaways, victory tested a racer's driving skill immensely. That was why winning the Monaco Grand Prix carried such weight.

Tony knew himself well enough to know that winning gold was impossible.

Although Old Driver had great confidence in his driving skills and was a championship-level racer, those were amateur