NovelAppHe couldn't believe how stunning her eyes were!
When she was seated in the car, he saw her behind the wheel and caught a glimpse of her face - she was absolutely gorgeous.
Last night, all he saw was her agility and deft movements. He didn't expect that when she stood before him, her figure and poise
would be so stunning.
Timothy was gobsmacked, utterly unable to tear his gaze away until Harlan stepped forward to inspect things. That's when he
finally spoke up, "Let someone from another team handle it."
Perhaps fearing that Harlan wouldn't be fair, a volunteer from one of the other teams stepped up with an air of eagerness. After a
thorough check, he announced, "The turbocharger, the clutch, you nit - it's all stock. Top speed's legit, only 210 mph."
"No way." Harlan's face soured, disbelief etched into every line in his face. The results were a slap to his pride.
How could it be stock!
It couldn't possibly be stock!
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But the crowd was already jeering at him.
"Can't handle losing, eh?"
"Making a fool of yourself, man. They said it's stock. You got beat fair and square by a girl."
"Lucky he wasn't the one inspecting. He would've claimed it was rigged for sure."
"Are we racing or what?"
"I say this round decides it. With her speed, Harlan could race her ten more times and still lose."
"I think we might as well call the results. It's just the Kowloon Bay track. We've got plenty of training grounds. Just give it to her."
Then, a voice rippled through the crowd.
"The boss is here."
Sean approached with an unmistakable authority, his presence parting the onlookers.
Harlan perked up, thinking the boss was here to back him. He started, "Boss."
But Sean told him to buzz off.
Harlan slunk away, while Sean appraised the girl who had captivated everyone's attention - the sstriking eyes from last night,
hair tied up in a bun, still wearing those little white sneakers.
No doubt about it, it was her.
"Where's your boss?" Sean didn't care if she was part of the Light Fleet or not; all he wanted to know was why Ophelia hadn't
shown up.
"If you're friends, you can ask her in private. If you're not, why should | tell you?"
Arabella's tone was as cool and detached as her demeanor.
Timothy, standing nearby, was struck by how even her voice was so captivating, which further deepened his admiration.
"How dare you! Do you have any idea who you're talking to?" Steward moved to teach the girl a lesson.
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But Sean just smirked, with a devil-may-care glinting in his eye, "If | win, you have to answer that question."
"Then you'll never know the answer in this lifetime."
Sean just chuckled at her response - she was bold, almost like him.
"You think you can beat our boss?" A member of the Drift Kings couldn't hold back his derision.
In the eyes of onlookers, she was so naive, still unscathed by the harsh realities of the world, that she was unaware of the caliber
of racer standing before her.
"Can we race now?" Arabella was clearly not interested in wasting any more there.
She seemed to not fear him one bit, as if racing him was merely a formality, a pit stop before more pressing matters.
Sean laughed. He'd seen confident racers before, but she was something else. Fine, he thought, let's show the little lady that there
are always bigger fish.
Harlan was taken aback as Sean walked past him and climbed into his car, ready to show everyone just what he was made of.
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