Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering

Chapter 561 - 560: Koenigsegg

Nightfall Palace, underground parking garage.Lucas Knight stood there, his tall and muscular figure exuding a powerful sense of oppression.

He seemed oblivious to the pain in his hand.

Beside him, Dr. Meng was holding a large medical box, kneeling on the ground: "Mr. President, how did you injure your hand? Let me take care of it."

Dr. Meng was truly anxious.

Over the years, this man was either wounded by knives or guns. Now, it’s glass—the glass pierced his hand and was bleeding, just looking at it is painful.

"Mr. President, how could you be so careless." Dr. Meng sighed...

After a series of treatments.

He spent quite a while disinfecting and bandaging the man’s hand.

"Mr. President, you must be careful in the future."

"Hmm?" Lucas Knight frowned, slightly curled his lips. That silly Eva always called him like that, always addressing him as Mr. President, but he only focused on one word: Mr.

He was her man, of course, he was the leader.

"Harry." The man softly parted his lips, his voice neither cold nor warm, yet it always sounded different from usual, although he couldn’t pinpoint what was different.

"Crown Prince, do you have any instructions?" Harry asked politely.

"Where’s my car?" He came to the garage, glanced around, but didn’t see his Koenigsegg One1. His profound phoenix eyes had a hint of coldness; his ink-colored pupils were so cold and profound, as dazzling as obsidian.

With such a gaze, one look was enough to make your knees weak, irresistible!

Yet somehow, it carried a sort of magic; just one glance from him made you feel cold, as though his gaze stabbing onto you was like a dagger.

"..." Harry was stunned. Crown Prince, aren’t all your cars parked in this garage? All kinds of luxurious limited editions, bulletproof cars, military vehicles, various big names; aren’t all these cars here?

But...

Harry remembered, years ago, just after his lord got married, he preferred flying rather than driving... His ride was the Rolls-Royce Phantom bulletproof car.

"Koenigsegg." He softly parted his lips, uttering a few words, not even looking at Harry, yet his tone was chilling!

Harry trembled.

"Crown Prince, weren’t you the one who ordered that car to be smashed?" Does Crown Prince have amnesia? Clearly, a few days ago, he personally told Eva to choose a car, and Eva chose that black Koenigsegg, drove to Villa 8.

As a result...

That night, Harry drove the Koenigsegg back on Crown Prince’s direct order to smash it, even specified to use a hammer!

Harry, along with dozens of bodyguards, smashed for half a day, sweating bullets, yet couldn’t get that car to budge one bit. Finally, his lord ordered to use a steamroller to crush it, then had it tossed into the septic tank.

Harry’s heart ached at that time.

"Crown Prince, didn’t you say you disliked that car and told me to smash it and throw it into the septic tank?"

Lucas Knight: "..." What did he say?

Smashed it?

And tossed it into the septic tank?

That was his ride, a custom emperor-exclusive car worth billions, the only one globally, and it got smashed, and thrown into the septic tank?

Lucas Knight grabbed Harry by the collar, his anger surging forth, his profound phoenix eyes carrying a warm fury.

"When did I tell you to smash it?"

He just came back today.

When did he instruct Harry to smash the car?

That was his favorite car!

Harry was really bold, was he trying to challenge the heavens?

Hmm?