The previous day had been exhausting for him, after spending the night arguing with his parents and studying without sleep. As a result, he didn't get to bed until 5 am, causing him to oversleep and be late for class.

Neandro arrived at the university late, parked his McLaren on the sidewalk, only to be jolted by a loud crash from behind. True enough, his car had sustained damage from the collision with your bicycle.

He immediately got out of the car, his cold eyes brimming with anger as he looked down at your tiny frame lying on the road and your dislocated bicycle tire.

"For f#ck's sake, do you even have eyes?”

He spat coldly, his words laced with harshness. He stalked towards the back of his car, checking the state of the damage done to the rear of the vehicle.