Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 124836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 624(@200wpm)___ 499(@250wpm)___ 416(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 624(@200wpm)___ 499(@250wpm)___ 416(@300wpm)
Jo, on the other hand, shook her head, already dismissing whatever was coming.
“I don’t need a car,” she muttered, though I knew damn well that she did.
Then, the car rolled out of the container and for a moment, Jo’s whole demeanor changed. It was like watching a stone wall crumble into dust. Some odd hissing sound left her. Then, her eyes widened and she looked like she was about to cry, pass out, and jump up and down in joy all at the same time.
What the fuck?
The man parked the car close to us and left it.
Dima whistled.
Jo shifted her weight from side to side as she tried to contain herself, but it was no use.
Well. . .she likes the car.
I glanced at it, thinking the vehicle was cool. Granted, I wasn’t into cars like she was. All I ever wanted was for a vehicle to get me from point A to point B. I could care less about the color and model.
Regardless, I still checked this one out.
The car was a deep, vibrant blue, a shade so rich it seemed to shimmer under the sunlight, as if the paint itself were infused with liquid sapphire.
The sleek lines of the car’s body curved gracefully from the front grille to the rear.
The polish was flawless.
It had a convertible top, currently off, allowing the sun to highlight the luxurious interior. The contrast between the deep blue exterior and the soft, cream-colored leather seats inside was striking.
The dashboard had all types of electric shit going on with it. I swore it could have been right out of a spaceship.
I knew I wouldn’t be able to start the damn thing.
Even the wheels were a work of art. The polished silver rims sparkled with these blue ghost symbols on them.
A large sparkling P was at the center of every wheel.
What’s the P for?
“So dope.” Chloe bobbed her head. “You got a blue car, Jo.”
Jo shot her a look. “That’s not just a blue car. That’s a classic.”
I quirked my brows and noticed Jo’s hands shaking at her sides.
“In fact. . .” Jo struggled to contain herself. “That’s the Blue Fury.”
Chloe looked at her like she was crazy. “The Blue what?”
TT responded for Jo, “It’s the car from the movie, Blue Phantom.”
Chloe widened her eyes and took out her phone. “That’s righteous. I’ve got to get a selfie by it.”
Jo waved her hands. “Don’t take pictures of my car.”
I blinked.
Alright. So. . .I guess Jo will be taking this gift after all.
I thought back to the movie title that TT had brought up. The Blue Phantom was an Asian hero in the Bionic Universe, known for his speed and agility and the car appeared just as iconic as the hero himself.
I even remembered the movie. It had a blend of Chinese culture and action all wrapped in one. However, I also knew Blue Phantom hadn’t been the Bionic Universe’s top movie, but my sisters and I had seen it twice so the movie was high on our list.
I glanced back at Jo.
My sister edged forward but still seemed unprepared to get to close to the car. “The leather seats. . .they’re the same shade of Phantom’s sword.”
Chloe watched her. “O-kay. . .”
“You see the seats. The Bionic Universe emblem stitched into the headrests.” As if unable to stay back any longer, Jo headed over. “The dashboard. . .it’s the original design.”
Chloe shrugged. “Like I said, it’s a cool blue car.”
“This isn’t just a car.” Jo scowled at her. “This is a piece of cinematic history!”
“Oh my God, Jo.” Chloe rolled her eyes. “Chill out.”
“And did you hear the engine?” Jo asked, but it seemed more like she was talking to herself. “It purred. Not hummed. Not rumbled but purred.”
I checked Lei.
Both him and Duck wore satisfied smiles which told me that they had probably both came up with the idea.
I cleared my throat and put my view back on my sister. “So. . .Jo. . .what do we say?”
“Huh?” Jo turned back to me, blinked and then looked at Lei. “Well. . .okay. . .thank you. I mean. . .yeah. . .thank you. I can’t just take it without giving you something though. I can do monthly payments until—”
“It’s a gift.” Lei held up one hand. “The worst thing you can do in the East is try and give something in exchange for the gift. It’s considered the greatest disrespect.”
Jo widened her eyes. “Well. . .I’m not trying to be disrespectful but this car is worth like six figures and that’s just being nice.”
Lei shrugged. “It’s your car. That’s all we need to know.”
Jo rubbed her face with both hands like she was making sure she wasn’t dreaming herself. “This is my car?”
Lei nodded. “It’s yours.”
The man who had driven it out, walked over to Jo and handed her the keys.