My Wife Act Differently Behind Me novel Chapter 578

Carl looked at Nicole with surprise. 'She's fast,' he thought, watching her walk to the back door, followed by hearing a roar that he was familiar with. 'That's the sound of the Dodge Tomahawk starting!'

In the silent night, such a roar could almost wake up the entire manor. Many windows lit up. Nicole looked up in a direction with a cold look flashing in his eyes.

Carl took a few quick steps and soon saw Nicole standing next to a motorcycle, which was big enough to sit three or four people, with a silvery white helmet in her hand. She threw it to him when she saw him coming.

"Put it on."

Nicole hopped onto the handsome motorcycle and gently tapped her right hand on the floating dashboard a few times. One of the compartments opened, and something slowly emerged. It was a thin silvery white bracelet, looking inorganic. It lay quietly on its back, already separated from the middle, as if waiting for something.

Nicole put her left hand on it, and soon the bracelet was activated with a stream of light flashed across the surface of it. The otherwise inconspicuous metal surface started to glitter, as if it had finally broken through some kind of seal, and snapped back in the palm of Nicole's hand, becoming a complete circle. It made an electronic sound that was no different from that of the Dodge Tomahawk, seemingly having an indescribable sense of joy.

"Welcome back."

A smile came on Nicole's face. "Switch to dark mode."

"As you wish."

Subsequently, the bracelet started to change color, from dazzling silver to dull black gold that would not cause any inconvenience at night.

As Nicole flicked her hand gently, the bracelet adjusted its size automatically and snapped snugly on Nicole's wrist. It became so inconspicuous that it was almost impossible to see she was wearing something.

Carl nodded, and he found he could see Nicole's face clearly despite the darkness. They had grown up together and known each other until now. Everything was as usual and had not changed. 'How nice.'

The silvery white motorcycle faded into a stream of cold light, speeding toward a direction in the darkness of the night.

There was an uproar in the manor behind them. Nicole and Carl had left before they knew it, but many people still recognized what the light just now was.

Simon pushed open Elijah's door, shouting with anger. "What the hell are you doing? Who took the Dodge Tomahawk?"

'Only Elijah had the authority to start the Dodge Tomahawk, and it was definitely he who brought it out to someone.'