Regression - Second Chance At Life Chapter 323: Pick Me Up Tomorrow

Behind the wheel of his Stratosurge, Adam departed the estate with a grin, contemplating the unfolding scenario with Marissa.

Would she possess the audacity to honor her word? Could it be she'd actually attempt to seduce him? These thoughts spiraled in his mind, eliciting further chuckles.

He was eager to witness her efforts, especially since Adam had already weathered seduction tactics from Julia, the very woman he was most fixated upon.

His greatest desire was to see Marissa unleash her full allure, to sexualize herself to her absolute limit, only for him to decisively reject every advance. And precisely when her resolve crumbled completely, that would be Adam’s moment to strike.

As for her husband, a plan would be concocted to keep that man distant.

Currently, Adam’s influence was negligible. Though he was the scion of a millionaire, Adam understood that his father, Jack, would offer no protection if William Coronant decided to pursue him. Ultimately, Jack prioritized his legacy above all else; any action by Adam that drew unwanted scrutiny would result in disinheritance.

Adam’s other budding enterprises were still in their nascent stages; germination would require time. Only when he had cultivated alliances potent enough to rival William would he then set his sights on Marissa.

Marissa had accurately perceived his character; his compulsive need to assert dominance over others was undeniable, and enacting vengeance upon William Coronant would undoubtedly fulfill that craving. However, that satisfaction would have to wait.

It was an inevitable outcome, but not one that would materialize anytime soon. It would occur when he deemed himself prepared, on his own terms, just as he had informed Marissa.

Navigating the Stratosurge toward the mansion's furthest exit, Adam offered a nod to the guard and proceeded onto the highway, accelerating to a high velocity.

The new racing tires gripping the asphalt felt phenomenal, a significant upgrade from the previous ones.

Equipped with these, securing victory in the upcoming qualifier race should be a straightforward affair.

Speaking of the race, Adam retrieved his phone and initiated a call to Renee. After a few rings, the call was answered.

"Did you get it?" Renee inquired, cutting straight to the chase.

"Yes, I did," Adam confirmed.

"Great. Remember to pick me up at 10 PM tomorrow. I’ll be waiting," Renee instructed.

"Very well. I shall arrive at your residence tomorrow, precisely at 10 PM," Adam agreed.

"Good," Renee concluded the conversation, ending the call before Adam could utter another word.

He glanced at his phone screen momentarily before tucking it away.

His focus remained on the road as he continued driving, a thrill coursing through his arm and into his fingertips—not from apprehension, but from sheer exhilaration.

He was about to go deep undercover for the police, participating in the nation's most significant underground racing event; how could he not feel this surge of excitement?

And at the culmination of this race lay a prize totaling over three hundred and fifty million dollars.

That prize money alone would elevate him to a status far exceeding his father's entire net worth.

With his future trajectory clearly defined, Adam pressed on. His destination: the gym.

Parking the Stratosurge in its customary spot, he entered the facility to find it unusually occupied.

Four young lads, appearing to be no older than fifteen, were clustered together, receiving instruction from Lamai.

She was starting them from the absolute fundamentals, much like she had done with Adam.

Witnessing this scene, Adam’s lips curved into a smile.

‘It seems new disciples are already arriving,’ Adam mused. With the gym rebranded and bolstered by local publicity, Rangsan had indeed attracted some attention.

"Hey," Adam called out as he approached her.

Lamai paused her instruction and turned to face Adam, while the four young teenagers ceased their activity and looked toward him.

Adam met Lamai’s gaze and noticed a smile gracing her features—a sight that had been absent for too long. Now, thanks to his intervention, her father could continue pursuing his passion through his work.

"Adam, you’re here. I thought you might not be making it today. What’s with the late arrival?" she queried, noting the encroaching evening.

"I was tied up with a few matters," Adam responded, his eyes lingering on her face.

Feeling his steady gaze, Lamai’s heart began to flutter, inducing a sense of nervousness. "What are you looking at?" she asked, her voice tinged with a slight panic.

"Nothing in particular. I just find you appear more radiant now that the perpetual frustration has lifted from your expression," Adam remarked casually, though a subtle undertone was evident.

Upon hearing his words, Lamai could only fixate on the word "radiant." Being complimented on her appearance by him sent her heart into a faster rhythm, her cheeks flushing a vibrant crimson.

"W-what did you… you say?" she stammered.

"I’ll let you continue with the new students while I go change into my gear," Adam said with a light chuckle, moving past her.

Lamai shoots him a displeased look, frustrated that his simple words could make her so flustered, yet a warm sensation blossoms in her chest, pleased by the compliment.

The new students observed the entire exchange between Adam and Lamai, keenly noticing the dynamic they shared.

Their attractive instructor clearly harbored feelings for Adam; as for Adam, his feelings remained unknown, but his choice of words suggested a mutual interest.

If they had been more acquainted with Lamai, they might have teased her, but on their first day at the gym, they were careful not to overstep any boundaries and anger her.

However, one student did not share the others' neutral stance towards Lamai and Adam. Witnessing their interaction ignited his jealousy, as he had developed a profound crush on Lamai.

The moment he entered the gym and laid eyes on Lamai, he thought she was exquisite. Then, seeing her showcase her impressive skills only amplified his admiration.

Thus, upon seeing Lamai's reaction to Adam’s remark, how could he possibly help but feel envious?

Ultimately, there wasn't much he could do. At only fifteen, while Lamai was twenty-two, he stood no chance with her.

But perhaps, just perhaps, in three years, once he reached the age of legal adulthood, he could make a move.

A flicker of resolve ignited in his eyes. Even if Lamai were already in a relationship, he intended to pursue her. Who's to say one couldn't win over someone else's woman?

All he needed to do was excel in martial arts and captivate Lamai with his prowess.

"Alright, everyone, back to training!" Lamai exclaims, her voice a pitch higher as her emotions remained somewhat turbulent.

Yet, as she transitioned into her instructor role, her feelings settled, for she took her duties very seriously.

Adam, clad in his training attire, watches Lamai as she instructs these novices in the same manner she had with him on his initial day.

However, unlike with him, she found herself needing to correct these boys repeatedly.

Training them felt natural to Lamai, and a sense of normalcy returned; she was relieved to no longer have to contend with Adam's peculiar nature.

"Are you just going to stand there and watch?" she inquires without turning, clearly attempting to evade his gaze.

"Does it bother you?" Adam retorts with a playful tone. His presence was undeniable, especially for the newcomers, who couldn't help but ponder Adam's identity and his comfortable demeanor with an instructor.

"Instead of staring at me, start warming up. My dad could arrive any moment," Lamai states.

Adam smiles, observing her effort to maintain a stern facade for her new students. He decided against further teasing, unwilling to tarnish her image before them, and complied with her request.

"As you command, coach," Adam replies and commences his warm-up.

This included initial stretches, skipping rope, bodyweight exercises, movement drills, shadow boxing, and more.

After some time, Rangsan enters, accompanied by another man. This companion appeared to be in his early sixties, with short, white hair, slightly overweight, his midsection protruding a bit more than convention would deem acceptable.

But then again, the man was in his sixties; he clearly didn't care about his appearance, and neither did anyone else.

Adam approaches the pair.

"Vince, this is the young prodigy I mentioned. The future heavyweight champion of the world," Rangsan declares with absolute conviction, introducing Adam to the elder.

The older man scrutinizes Adam, examining him from head to toe.

"He appears promising, but I'll believe it when I witness it," Vince states, his voice rough and gravelly.

"Adam, this is Vince. One of the finest combatants of his era. He will now be among the new instructors here, guiding our new students," Rangsan announces, a wide grin spreading across his face.

Adam takes note of this. Rangsan seemed excessively pleased to bring this man aboard as an instructor; there was evidently an untold story he was unaware of.

Given Rangsan's nature, he figured it wouldn't remain concealed for long, so he saw no need to inquire.