Harem Investment System: Getting Money And Women-Chapter 191: Racing

The Porsche came to a smooth halt, the low hum of the engine fading as Ethan switched off the ignition.

The moment Vanessa stepped out of the car, she was hit by the scent of burning rubber and the distant roar of engines tearing across the track.

Her eyes widened in sheer excitement as she took in the scene before her — sleek, high-performance cars zipping past, the cheers of spectators and mechanics, and the bright floodlights illuminating the night air with a golden glow.

It was exhilarating.

Vanessa felt her pulse quicken as she turned to Ethan. "You brought me to a race track?"

Ethan smirked, slipping his hands into his pockets as he leaned casually against the Porsche. "What? You thought we'd spend the whole night sipping coffee and discussing fine art?"

Vanessa rolled her eyes but couldn't fight the grin spreading across her face. "I mean… I wouldn't have complained. But this — this is so much better!"

The track was alive with energy, and Vanessa's feet practically bounced as she moved forward, watching the cars race around the circuit.

She could feel the vibrations of their engines in her chest, the sheer power of them sending an undeniable thrill through her.

But then, a thought hit her, and she turned to Ethan with a questioning look.

"This is great and all," she said, "but what am I supposed to drive?"

Ethan's smirk deepened as he clapped his hands once. As if on cue, a sleek red Ferrari pulled up near them, its polished exterior gleaming under the track lights.

The soft purr of its engine was like music to Vanessa's ears.

Her breath hitched as the person driving it left the car and saluted, handing her the keys.

"Wait — this — ?" She turned to Ethan, her eyes shining with disbelief.

He simply nodded. "I rented it for you."

Vanessa's lips parted slightly as she stared at the car, her fingers twitching with the urge to grip the steering wheel.

She turned back to Ethan, still trying to process it all.

"This must've cost a fortune," she murmured.

Ethan shrugged. "You're worth it."

For a moment, she just stood there, stunned. Then, without thinking, she stepped forward and pressed her lips against his.

Ethan barely had time to react before she was kissing him — soft at first, but then more demanding, more fierce.

Ethan's hands instinctively found her waist, pulling her in as he kissed her back.

He could feel the way her heart pounded against his chest, mirroring his own.

It was intoxicating and Vanessa's lips moving against his as if she never wanted to let go.

After what felt like an eternity (but was probably only a few seconds), Vanessa finally pulled back, her cheeks flushed, her breath a little uneven.

Ethan, looking just as dazed, raised an eyebrow.

"Well," he said, his voice slightly husky, "I'll take that as a thank you."

Vanessa laughed, shaking her head. "Shut up."

She turned back to the Ferrari, practically vibrating with excitement. Running a hand along the hood, she let out a small, disbelieving chuckle. "You really did this for me?"

Ethan leaned against the car beside her. "I know how much you love racing. Figured I'd give you the chance to actually enjoy it without holding back. It was a shame we couldn't bring your own car."

Vanessa bit her lip, warmth spreading through her chest. She never really expected Ethan to go this far just for her.

It wasn't just about the Ferrari or the track — it was the fact that he had thought about what she loved, about what would make her happy.

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And damn, did it make her happy.

She turned to him once more. "You sure you're not secretly in love with me?"

Ethan chuckled. "I think you're the one who just kissed me out of nowhere."

Vanessa groaned. "Okay, okay, stop talking before I regret it."

Ethan smirked but said nothing.

"Now, let's see if you can actually handle it," Ethan said with a teasing glint in his eye.

Vanessa grinned. "Oh, you have no idea."

Sliding into the driver's seat, she felt a rush of anticipation. The interior was luxurious, the scent of leather filling her senses as she gripped the wheel.

Ethan leaned down by the open window, watching her with amusement.

"Try not to crash it in the first lap," he said.

Vanessa scoffed. "Please. Just watch and learn."

With that, she revved the engine, the powerful growl of the Ferrari sending a thrill up her spine.

Ethan made his way up to the stands.

He could feel the vibrations from the track beneath his feet, each rev sending a thrill through the excited crowd.

Vanessa was already lined up with the other cars, her sleek Ferrari looking like a predator among prey.

From where he stood, he could see her gripping the steering wheel, her fingers twitching in anticipation.

He smirked.

'She's in her element alright.'

Before heading to his seat, Ethan stopped by a stand, eyeing the selection before settling on a bag of freshly popped popcorn.

He paid for it and made his way toward the seating area, weaving through groups of excited spectators.

The crowd wasn't huge — it wasn't a professional race, just a friendly one meant for enthusiasts to test their skills — but that didn't make it any less thrilling.

Finding an open spot, Ethan slid onto a bench between two middle-aged women who were already chattering about the race.

One of them, a woman with short curly hair, glanced at him briefly before nudging her friend.

"Oh, you look out of place here, huh?" she teased with a knowing smirk.

Ethan chuckled as he pulled his hoodie over his head, trying to blend in. "Something like that."

As if on cue, the announcer's voice crackled over the speakers.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have an exciting lineup tonight! These drivers are here to give us a show, so get ready — because the race is about to begin!"

The engines roared to life, a deafening chorus of horsepower and ambition. Ethan's grip on the popcorn bag tightened slightly.