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Wang Che could not concentrate on his work. But he wanted to finish up, so he could spend as much time as possible with Shun. It had taken the idiot years to realise that he wanted more than a platonic friendship. 

If he did not stabilise the relationship as soon as possible, the bunny he trapped with a lot of difficulties might escape. 

His heart was restless as he continued flipping through documents on his messy desk. He knew that once Shun came into the office, he would be itching to clear up the space. He smiled in an uncharacteristic and somewhat unnerving manner. 

"Ugh, you should just leave. You are disrupting the work environment." Caterina spoke up from the couch. 

Wang Che had almost forgotten about Caterina\'s presence. It was not that the woman was forgettable. If anything, she was a little too memorable with her bold fashion choices. For someone who came from a country known for great aesthetics, her fashion sense was a little lacking. 

For instance, her current appearance was jarring due to the combination of purple and yellow clothes, along with large hooped earrings and rhinestone-studded heels. 

However, despite these unsettling choices, she was a wonderful businesswoman and a good friend to Wang Che. She had managed numerous racers in Italy and even ran one of the most prominent clubs in Milan. 

She and Wang Che met quite a while back when he was just a rookie racer without connections, wealth or power. She tried to sign him up, but he refused. However, they formed a friendship because they were both ambitious but principled people. 

When Wang Che conceived the plan to build Clarion Extreme, he asked Caterina to manage it for him. After a little cajoling, she decided to make the move from Milan to Mountain Ridge. 

"If you had come earlier, we would not have to work so late." Wang Che complained, with a meaningful glance at Caterina. 

"You should be thankful I moved here in the first place." Caterina countered. "You know how difficult leaving the racing world in Italy is." 

Wang Che nodded. The racing industry in Italy was like the mafia, so one could not leave it carelessly. After all, it was mostly controlled by the mafia. A person could not leave without making some concessions first. 

"How did you convince the club to let you go?" Wang Che asked. 

"I told them I was retiring to enjoy my twilight years," Caterina spoke as she continued working on the documents on her laptop. 

Wang Che lifted a brow. Despite her garish appearance, Caterina was only in her early forties. She was hardly someone who could speak of twilight years. 

"And they believed you?" He asked. 

"Of course not. But I promised that I would never work for another racing club in Europe, so they had to take my word for it." Caterina smiled in triumph. 

Wang Che paused with flipping his documents and looked at Caterina. "Thank you." 

"It is hardly a sacrifice. I hear Mountain Ridge is the perfect place to snatch up a rich young man from the market. It is the best place for me to retire." Caterina narrowed her eyes. "Love has made you soft. You would never have shown gratitude before." 

Wang Che smiled. "It has. I am no longer that person." 

"If only people could see the mighty Kamikaze now..." Caterina laughed. "I cannot wait to meet the person who turned you into this softie." 

"You will like him." Wang Che smiled. 

"Ugh! You disgust me." Caterina said even though she was happy for her young friend. 

However, she could not help but feel a little worried. The Wang Che she knew was not called Kamikaze for nothing. The title was more than a cool racer name. Beneath the handsome and refined exterior of now was a demon. 

In the right conditions, he would remain harmless and pleasant. His decisions were made through cold calculations of the outcome. However, when he was triggered, he became a typhoon that could not be stopped. 

If he were not a force of individual power, he would have been destroyed when he lived in Italy. The racing world was full of people who used foul methods to achieve wealth. They were not afraid of using dirty methods. 

But somehow, Wang Che prospered as an independent racer in a foreign country without support from anyone. How he did it, even Caterina could not answer. The mystery was quite strange because she knew several mafia families were quite interested in him when he appeared in Italy for the first time. 

Later on, she had heard some rumours about how dangerous Wang Che was. Some said he was a mysterious devil with mystical powers, enough to stop a heart with his mind. Others said that he could tear a man apart with his bare hands. 

She did not believe the rumours, at least not completely. After all, Wang Che refused to engage in the illegal practices of the racing industry. But she could not figure out exactly how he had fended off all the people who were targeting him. 

Therefore, she knew that he was a dangerous existence.

Now, he was a mellow man with the comfortable complacency of a person in love. 

Perhaps, she should have felt at peace while looking at Wang Che since he was happy. He did not have that cold and almost cruel look in his eyes. But instead, she felt ill at ease and even a little afraid when she looked at his softened expression. 

He was probably thinking of his lover. 

Caterina had a premonition that if this Wang Che were to lose this person, he would not just turn back into Kamikaze. He would become the devil incarnate. And he would sweep everything in his path like a divine wind. 

"You look a little ill." Wang Che spoke up. "Maybe you have not recovered from your trip here. You should go ahead and go to sleep." 

"You are creeping me out by being so nice," Caterina said, dismissing her paranoid thoughts. 

"The work will still be here tomorrow. Also, you will have to handle things here by yourself for a while." Wang Che added with that sickening smile. "I will not be around." 

Caterina expected as much, but she still made the appropriate dissatisfied comments before leaving the office with her laptop. She was not sleepy, but her strange thoughts broke her concentration. She would get an early start the following morning. 

Wang Che looked at the time. If his calculations were correct, Shun should be close or arriving at the bottom of the hill. Right then, his phone rang. It was Shun. Wang Che picked up the call immediately with a smile. 

"Che, Che!" A panicked voice shouted. "I think someone is trying to kill-"

Before Shun could finish, there was a loud crashing sound, and the call ended.