Oops! My Secret Baby Is Caught By His Top-Lawyer Daddy! Novel

---- The car's power pushed her firmly against the seat, her hair whipping wildly behind her. It was her first time feeling the thrill of a sports car. She threw her head back and shouted to the wind. "Wow! This is incredible!" Aaron chuckled at her childlike excitement, a deeper smile spreading across his face. About half an hour later, they reached a secluded racetrack. Aaron slammed on the brakes, the car stopping cleanly. Aman ina leather jacket with shoulder-length hair walked over and opened Aaron's door. "Aaron!

Haven't seen you here in years." Aaron stepped out with long, confident strides. "It's been a while." He went around to the passenger side, took Clara's hand, and introduced, "This is my good friend, Mr. Evans." "No need for formalities. Call me Logan. Clara, ---- nice to meet you! Welcome to my track," Logan said with a warm smile. Soon, a small crowd of young men gathered. "Aaron, that Pagani Zonda is insane! First one in Silverton, right?" "Not even three in the whole country! I begged my dad for a month, and he still wouldn't buy me one." "I just want to feel its acceleration.

I've heard it has one of the most powerful engines in the world." "Tf only I could take a lap!" "Go to sleep. In dreams, you can have anything." "This color is insane. Driving around town, heads will turn everywhere." Men's enthusiasm for cars rivaled women's love for jewelry. They clustered together, chatting and laughing. Aaron's lips curved into a faint smirk. One arm rested casually over Clara's shoulder, the other ---- in his pocket. His black shirt had the top two buttons undone, sleeves rolled up, revealing a diamond watch.

He radiated effortless confidence, wealth, and untouchable charm. Clara's heart raced. She had never seen him so daring and wild. Among all these young men, Aaron was undeniably the star. "Whoa! Look who it is! Our big-shot lawyer!" a voice called from behind. Logan frowned. "Sorry, Aaron. I didn't know you'd come tonight. Didn't have time to clear the track. Rhys is here too." Aaron and Rhys had been rivals since college. Everyone knew their history. Aaron's lips curved in a half-smile.

"No problem." As Rhys approached, Aaron introduced, "This is my college classmate, Rhys Carter, nicknamed Forever Second. No matter what he does, he's always one step behind me." ---- The crowd erupted into laughter. "Ha! Forever second in grades, forever second in competitions. Mr. Carter, the eternal runner-up!" "Even here, Aaron always comes first." "Rhys, are you racing tonight or not?" Rhys' face darkened. He sneered. "Pfft. Digging up old stories? Looks like Aaron hasn't done much these past years. You want to race?

I'll show you." He pointed to a sleek black Bugatti in the back, the Nightshade. "Whoa! The top of the supercar world!" someone whistled. "Rhys upgraded? Impressive!" The crowd cheered. "Tonight is going to be epic. Bugatti Nightshade versus Pagani Zonda!" Aaron glanced casually at the car. "Racing you is boring. You can't handle losing." ---- "Can't handle losing? That's a joke!" Rhys roared. Aaron's eyes sharpened, gaze like a hook. "Fine. Loser leaves the car behind." Then a collective gasp went through the crowd.