Tony's movements were dashing and fluid, the hem of his suit jacket tracing an elegant arc as he turned.
He walked to the back of the truck and gestured to the driver, who was clearly an employee of Stark Industries and very familiar with this young heir, immediately cooperating by unlocking the cargo door.
Tony yanked the cargo door open.
As the heavy metal doors slid open to the sides, the brilliant afternoon sun shone into the interior of the cargo hold without obstruction.
Inside the cargo hold, a fire-red motorcycle sat quietly on a specially made mounting bracket.
The paint on the body reflected a flowing luster under the sunlight, at times as deep as congealed blood, at other times as bright as Burning charcoal; as the viewing angle shifted, the colors subtly flowed and changed.
The streamlined body design was a masterpiece of industrial art; from the sharp fairing at the front to the gradually tapering fuel tank, and then to the slightly upturned tail, every curve had been meticulously calculated, being both aerodynamic and full of the beauty of power and speed.
The frame utilized the raw color of exposed metal, forming a Stark contrast with the red body; those precise mechanical structures were displayed openly without concealment, as if declaring that this was not a decoration, but a machine born for speed.
The tires were wide and aggressive, the wheel hub design resembled rotating blades, and the brake calipers were a striking gold, complementing the red body perfectly.
The exhaust pipes extended from both sides of the body, with a design that was simple yet powerful; the entire motorcycle gave the impression of a dormant beast, quiet, yet capable of erupting with astonishing power at any moment.
"Tsk tsk..." Tony couldn't help but exclaim in admiration himself.
He turned his head to look at Mavuika, wearing a "See, what did I tell you" expression on his face.
"The moment I saw you, I was certain." Tony spread his arms, his tone exaggerated yet sincere.
"No one is more worthy of this motorcycle than you, beautiful lady."
Looking at his demeanor, it was as if he were the one gifting this motorcycle to Mavuika.
This made the corner of Howard's eye twitch, with veins faintly appearing on his forehead as he stood to the side.
Watching his son act like a playboy in front of Mavuika, Howard felt a surge of hot blood rush to his head.
He gripped the cane in his hand tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, wishing he could go up and slap Tony into the ground.
It was one thing for him to like flirting with beautiful women outside normally; although Howard couldn't stand it, he didn't want to get involved too much.
After all, Tony was just twenty years old, at the prime of his youth, and the Stark family had the capital to let him squander his youth.
Didn't Howard himself have a playboy phase when he was young? Although not to the extent of his son...
But now it's different!
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