Charles Leclerc eased his Ferrari to a stop outside the Monte Carlo hotel, the sun glinting off the polished hood. After a quick meeting inside, he strolled back—only to freeze mid-step. A sleek, jet-black Ferrari Roma now sat directly behind his car, boxed in so tightly there was no way out. His jaw tightened, irritation spiking. For a split second, the thought of putting a fist through the Roma’s window flickered in his mind… but he clenched his hands and forced himself to breathe Just then a girl when saw Charles she cursed internally and walked quickly to him