She Pulled The Plug On Me
Language: en
When I opened my eyes, the first thing I smelled wasn't the sterile, cold scent of a hospital room. It was high-octane fuel and burnt rubber. I was back. Back to the day the official race circuit was announced. In my past life, the supercar I had spent three years meticulously engineering was a carbon copy of Beau Montgomery’s. Even though I’d released a time-lapse of the entire build to prove my innocence, all it took was one tearful video from Beau. He’d looked into the camera, playing the martyr, and told his millions of followers, "Just let Jamie have the design. He clearly needs it…