At around four o'clock in the morning, Hunter was not sleepy at all.

He still had a text message from Winston on his phone: Will you go to Dubai together tomorrow?

Why did you ask me to play with you?

The world is so big, isn’t anyone else going with you?

Where are your teammates?

Do you know that I have turned you all over the place in my mind?

...It's so annoying!

Hunter grabbed his cigarette and left the hotel room.

When he arrived on the side of the road, leaning against the telephone pole, Hunter pinched the lighter, and with just a click, Hunter subconsciously turned around, thinking that Winston would appear behind him again.

However, there is no one.

Hunter was inexplicably disappointed.

The cigarette was lit, but he did not put it between his lips for a long time.

Because he suddenly realized that he was used to sharing a cigarette with that guy.

Hunter closed his eyes, raised his head, and let the cigarette burn silently.

He obviously didn't sleep all night, but he was not tired at all.

"Hey, are you playing the telephone pole?"

A smile sounded, and as soon as Hunter opened his eyes, he saw Owen, wearing a sportswear, looking at him with a towel on his shoulder.

It turned out to be this guy!

Hunter's first reaction was to turn around and leave, but then he thought that the telephone poles were not from their family, and he couldn't control where he wanted to stay.

Irving sat on the ground next to Hunter. This guy should have gotten up early and practiced in the morning.

He is a veteran in the racer. He can continue to play his peak level for many years, which is inseparable from the physical management in daily life.

From this point of view, Irving is actually a very self-controlled guy.

Hunter suddenly admired him a little.

"Give me a cigarette." Owen hooked his finger at Hunter.

Hunter threw a cigarette to him, and Irving took Hunter's lighter over.

His smoking posture is different from Winston's restrained and elegant style. Irving's appearance in his mouth was a bit unrestrained.

"What are you worried about?"

"none of your business."

Owen smiled and blew up the cigarette: "You're thinking of Van Winston."

"Smoke your cigarette." Hunter regretted paying attention to this guy.

"Hunt...I didn't know what I really wanted when I was so old."

Irving's voice sounded a little melancholy. But Hunter didn't buy it. Who knew what "conspiracy" was brewing this guy again."

The best response is silence.

"No one else could see it, or figure out what I want. So you're lucky, Hunter. At least I can tell what you want at a glance," said Owen.

Hunter snorted softly, "Oh? I want to step on you, I want to surpass you and Shire. Isn't that obvious?"

"You want Vanne Winston to be by your side forever. You're afraid that he will leave you." Owen said with a smile.

All Hunter's thoughts were caught by Irving at that moment and he could no longer think about anything else.

Is he so obvious?

Obviously no one can see the entire fleet!

"What do you know the most direct and effective way to get a person to never leave you?"

This question made Hunter's eyes heat up.

He doesn't know.

He really doesn't know.

If he knew, his mother would not leave him, nor would his father.

"Hold him, from here." Owen stood up and gently patted Hunter's chest. "If you are always worried about gains and losses but refuse to take a step, you will always stand at the door instead of pushing the door in."

"What you said is so easy... How should I hold him tight? Charles is right. The one who can attract Winston's attention will always be the strong man in front of him! And I am not... I am immature, I am not calm, I can be fooled by you, I am still easy to deceive! What should I use to catch him?"

When Hunter realized what he said, it was too late.

But so what?

At most, Irving was ridiculed by him. Even if he said it in the future, he could still say that he was nonsense. Anyway, Irving was not bad, how many people could really believe him?

But Irving did not laugh, but instead raised his face to look at Hunter.

"You really don't understand what attracts Winston in yourself, right?"

Yes, he doesn't understand.

When Winston approached him, it seemed that all the process of understanding each other's shortcomings and tolerance was directly omitted.

"Because you are immature, you are unsophisticated. Because you are not calm, your reaction is very real. Because you are easy to deceive, Winston can hide his own emotions in front of you. Because you are a strong man, he must overcome all obstacles and rush to the front to enjoy the glory you chase."

Owen said in a calm tone.

Hunter didn't know how to answer him.

"But in fact, everything I said just now is nonsense." Owen smiled.

Hunter immediately became disappointed.

Are those things that comfort or ridicule him?

"Because you are Evan Hunter, Winston is unconditionally inclusive."

Hunter suddenly remembered when he broke up with Winston. Although he hurt Winston, the guy remembered every word clearly, but he asked him that neither of them could mention "breaking up with friendship".

"Now I'll give you ten seconds to make a decision. I'll teach you to get it, or from now on, treat it as if I've never said such things to you."

Irving raised his hand and showed off his sports watch.

Hunter stood there.

Do you want Winston?

Do you want to take that step?

This is not a question of whether Irving is trustworthy, but whether you should hold on to him?

Just as Irving put down his hand, Hunter blurted out: "I want it!"

"Oh...you're so straightforward!" Owen said with his eyes wide open.

"I don't know what you are planning. But Lawrence Irving, I swear if you use Winston to trick me, I will not only crush you on the track, I will smash your head down and give it to Charles as a ball!" Hunter pulled over Winston's collar, and his eyes poured into Irving's eyes with a cold and oppressive feeling.

Irving was unable to move by him.

There was no cowardly expression on Hunter's face, and Irving even felt the murderous aura.

At that moment, he understood why this young man was able to advance bravely on the unpredictable Formula One track and competed as a first-class driver in a weak team, because once he determined what he wanted, he would never be content with maintaining success, but instead encountered gods and killed gods.

"Oh... Didn't Winston contact you recently?" Irving patted Hunter's back of his hand and signaled him to let him go.

“He asked me if I would go to Dubai for a rest day together.”

"Then promise him! Dubai is a good place!" Owen smiled unkindly.

Hunter looked at Owen with his head tilted, and he always felt that the "good place" that this guy called was not just a good place.

So ten minutes later, Winston received a call from Hunter.

"Hey? Winston? Our team had a great time last night, and I didn't notice your text message! I should have returned to the United States before Thursday, what about you?" Hunter suppressed his nervous heartbeat, for fear that the other party would notice any clues, and tried his best to keep his voice normal.

"I'm on Thursday too. Then go to Dubai together, you probably haven't been there."

"Yes! I want to stay in a sailing hotel! I also want to play in a water park! There is also sand rushing! There is skydiving! And…"

"We don't have enough time. I will set up the room in the sailing hotel first and put it in the sand tomorrow. The parachuting convoy will not allow it. How about I take you after we retire?"

Hunter's heart suddenly became warm.

He was in Winston's life plan after his retreat.

"OK!"

"We will fly straight from Dubai to New York."

"Your plan must be fine!" Hunter said with a smile.

"That's not to lose your links. I rented a car and we drove to Dubai. You can continue sleeping in the car and enjoy the scenery of the desert city."
To be continued...