NovelEnglishHarlan had every intention of playing dirty, but Arabella's car kept picking up speed, and there was no way for him to keep up.
Arabella's convertible was red-hot, topping out at 210 miles per hour, while his own beast could hit a solid 220. But no matter how
he sped up, he couldn't close the gap.
Not even neck and neck.
Perhaps it was those few seconds when he eased off the pedal on the curves earlier that had cost him the lead.
With his mind straying, he only noticed the rocks on the road when it was almost too late. Swerving to avoid a collision, he got his
car skidded, which sent sparks flying as it grazed the guardrail. He corrected his path, but Arabella had already pulled further
ahead.
This stretch was notorious for occasional rockfalls that could smash a windshield or litter the road - a hazard Harlan usually
watched like a hawk during practice and races. But Arabella had thrown him off his gtonight.
As Arabella crossed the finish line, the Light Fleet crew erupted in cheers.
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"Amazing!"
"Bella's on fire!"
"Did we just win? Light Fleet took the round!"
The crowd went wild, standing up from their seats and shouting their support. No one expected Light Fleet to bruise the rival
team's ego in the first round.
Timothy clenched his fist in excitement. Yes, that was freaking awesome.
Sean watched the red convertible loop back to the starting line, and Light Fleet folks swarm Arabella in celebration. As the window
rolled down, it revealed a face that was new yet stunning.
Not the sgirl?
Who's she?
As the crowd around Arabella got too thick, Sean had to head inside to check the monitors after tossing his binoculars to Steward.
"Zoom in."
Steward, knowing who Sean wanted to see, quickly tapped the smart screen on the wall and enlarged the image of the red car.
Someone handed the driver a bottle of water, and both Steward and Sean got a clear view of the girl's face.
With sharp features, she gave off an air of cool detachment - that wasn't Light Fleet's captain Ophelia! She looked more like the girl
who'd crashed their party last night?!
Sbun, sicy stare, saloof demeanor.
If it wasn't her, who else could it be?
"How could it be her?" Steward was taken aback. Sean cespecially to watch the race, yet Ophelia was nowhere to be seen.
Where was she? Didn't she covet the Kowloon Bay track?
"I'll have her picked up right away." Steward had been unable to track down the girl, yet here she was, served up on a silver platter.
"Let's wait a bit." Sean turned to enter the elevator, "Il want to meet her first."
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Was Sean planning to race her himself?
It was widely known that Sean had founded the team, and although he had been the team captain, he'd never led his team to race.
It’s.Harlan, his second-in-command, who typically led the team into games.
This girl's driving must have caught Sean's interest. Even though he hadn't led his team to race, Sean had himself competed in
plenty of international events. He had another persona: a top-tier professional racer.
"Bella, you're incredible," they praised her. "To drive that fast and that well on your first race."
"You even left Harlan in the dust. | can't believe my eyes, you know? No one's ever outrun Harlan by that much, except for their big
boss, Sean."
Sean??
Arabella arched an eyebrow. Why did she keep hearing about "Sean" over and over again ever since she'd cto Belloria?
Was it the sperson, or was it different people coincidentally sharing a common name??
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