For a moment, Michael looked at Alex, wondering if this guy was an idiot or something?
They were just talking about something else, how did it suddenly take such a turn?
"What?" Looking at the gazes that he was receiving, Alex seemed totally clueless, as he asked with a puzzled expression on his face.
Michael did not bother to respond, as he simply shook his head.
"Anyway, I need to go back to my place first. After that, I will be coming over to look for you." Michael stated as he headed towards his Koenigsegg Regera.
Martin followed behind him, but was stopped by Michael, "There is no need to follow me all the way. You can just go back and continue with your work."
"Okay." Martin nodded, but did not leave immediately.
Alex on the other hand quickly shouted at Michael, "Hey, you better keep your word. This time, I will show you some skills. You won against me in the racing competition, but I doubt that you will be able to win this time."
