His face remained cold and emotionless as he stood next to the benches, with other people—mainly teens. Why his kid had to dress so revealingly? He almost had an heart attack when he saw them stepping out the sport car; a pink Rozi. The car he projected and that is inspired from his dead wife. He snapped his fingers, telling some man to bring his coat to his kid—to cover them. “This kid…” He muttered with annoyance. This race came to an end.