Author's POV

Next day, while Adrianna waited on her bike in traffic, clad in her hoodie and baggy jeans, two sleek cars halted beside her. Leonardo's men, their intentions clear, pointed guns in her direction. A wry smile touched Adrianna's lips as she audaciously displayed her middle fingers with both hands before accelerating away. The cars gave chase, but thanks to a quick activation of her bike's concealed technology, the number plate blurred and changed, and the black paint seamlessly morphed into a vibrant green. She expertly navigated the traffic, eventually reaching the university.