"Sis, it's just a Rolls-Royce? I'm driving a Ferrari here! You think I'm gonna eat your dust? Buckle up and watch how I breeze past it!"
If you're going to show off, you might as well go all the way.
How could a Ferrari endure being left behind in the dust?
The rich second generation floored the accelerator and chased after it.
However, five minutes later, the rich second generation saw the Rolls-Royce pulling farther and farther away.
He glanced down at the dashboard of his supercar.
The speedometer read 200!
The rich second generation hit the brakes to slow down.
Sweating profusely, he swore under his breath, "Damn it, who the hell is driving that car? Are they insane? Can't catch up even at 180, they must be sick! Seriously sick!"
Rich second generations have money, not diseases.
And he wasn't one of those extreme speedsters.
He bought the supercar to show off and pick up girls, not to risk his life.
