NovelEnglishChapter 87 Isabella, who had cexpecting to see Xanthen make a fool of herself, was now gaping to almost drool at the latter's stunning performance and dashing movements; why was she like him that much? The track was alive with cheers and the occasional appreciative whistle from professional riders, Caught up in the excitement, Xanthea unwrapped the black bandage tied around her arm and threw it towards the stunned judges.
The soft fabric landed perfectly on one of the judge's chest, carrying a hint of her light, girlish fragrance.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOnion gently picked it up, held it to his nose, and inhaled deeply. His gaze, filled with deep, unmistakable adoration, seemed to pull her in, as if to engulf her entirely.
Miranda stood at the back of the crowd, her eyes fixed on Xanthen, who shone brightly on the track, almost radiant. A sinister smile slowly appeared on her face.
"Shine while you can, dear sister" She murmured, “For this is the last tyou'll be the center of attention!" After three laps, Xanthea sped up the final incline, wrapping up her audition performance The scene she had chosen was when Phoenix's reckless younger brother was kidnapped by a biker gang leader threatening to maim him. Phoenix herself stormed in, showed off her motorcycle skills, and rescued her brother.
Having been captivated by this scene in the and having learned motorcycling from her uncle, Xanthea was confident she could land the role of Phoenix with her skills.
The roar of the Tron light cycle echoed as it plummeted from the peak, reaching unprecedented speeds, shooting out like a meteor As she cleared the obstacle course, Xanthea reached to engage the clutch to slow down, but to her surprise, it was unresponsive after a few attempts! She was stunned, she tapped the brake, but it was equally unresponsive. What was going on? Both the clutch and the brakes were out! This was unimaginable for a Tron light cycle, a globally limited edition motorcycle known for its exceptional quality.
No matter how she tried, the e bike wouldn't stop, its speed blurring the trees and spectators into indistinct shadows.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHer only option to stop the bike now was to pull out the key, but at such high speeds, doing that would make her flung away intmediately, which would be suicidal.
As the bike's speed approached its limit, Xanthea detected an unusual, strong odor.
The exhaust smelled wrong! Not only were the clutch and brakes malfunctioning, but there was also something wrong with the oil! continuing like this could be fatal. Realizing the gravity of the situation, she looked around desperately for a way to stop, but everything was a blur at such high speeds. "What's going on? The performance is over; why hasn't she stopped? Why is she speeding up?" "She's veering off the track! It's dangerous at that speed!" "Something seems off with her."
From the sidelines, the crowd and the staff of the "Realm of Husions" m project sensed that something was amiss.
The girl who had been performing effortlessly, as fluid as flowing water now seemed to have lost control, heading straight for the lake beside the track!
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