Under the New York night, Tony drove his red sports car as usual, heading back to his seaside villa.
Having returned from his trip to Monaco, his anxious mood had eased a little. Although Palladium Poisoning remained unresolved, and Stark Industries was still plagued by trouble, Tony only wanted to fulfill the dreams in his heart while he still had time—such as holding the Stark Industries Expo or ushering in a new era of energy.
"At least someone will remember me that way." Tony's mutter vanished into the wind.
What gave him the biggest headache, however, was that he had recently angered Pepper. His usually considerate secretary now always wore a cold expression, acting as though she could not be bothered with him.
"Hopefully Little Pepper won't cry too badly when the time comes."
With both hands on the steering wheel, Tony imagined his own funeral. Rhodey would definitely come and say something moving in remembrance; Pepper, who knew the truth, might cry her eyes out and complain that she had not noticed sooner; as for those old geezers on the Board of Directors, they would probably pop champagne to celebrate...
Lost in wild thoughts, Mister Stark silently did the math and sadly discovered that aside from Rhodey and Pepper, he really did not have many friends.
"Cough, cough... Geniuses are always lonely." After a moment of silence, Tony could only console himself with that excuse.
The wind howled past the windows, city lights illuminated the ink-black night, and the red sports car's engine roared. Feeling the exhilaration brought by speed, Stark smiled. Only in this way could he truly feel the vitality of life and resist the death that was drawing ever closer.
The scenery on the highway flashed by in an instant. Immersed in the rush of speeding