NovelEnglishTimothy had been waiting for a while, but Arabella hadn't cback. He learned that she had descended the hill by another path
and had left a while ago.
Though he felt a bit disappointed, he was relieved to know that she was a member of the Light Fleet team.
He pushed open the small gate on one side of the wrought-iron barrier and saw a crowd gather around Harlan and press him to
keep his word.
In the back of the group was someone from Light Fleet, whose nseemed to be Mignon.
Timothy approached and said, “Hey there, you're Mignon, right?”
Before he could even ask about the nof the girl who drove, Mignon snapped, “What do you want? Can't you see we're in the
middle of something?”
Timothy was taken aback.
Harlan was being stubborn and refusing to crawl.
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The onlookers were getting fed up and started to rough him up; Mignon joined in and gave him a few kicks.
Seeing that everyone was busy, Timothy could only have his guys find out the girl's name.
“And keep an eye on Light Fleet's upcoming match schedules for me.”
He had a hunch she would show up again!
He was determined to be there to support her!
Meanwhile.
When Serena woke up, she found herself in a guest room in the building next door, with various medicines laid out on the
nightstand.
At first, she thought her parents had sent someone to bring her back and had prepared the medicine, but then she checked her
phone and realized it was Erik who had taken care of her and brought her back.
The only messages on her phone were from Erik, telling her to take care of herself, and one of the messages read, where there's
life, there's hope.
When Serena saw that her parents were dead-set on casting her out of the Collins family, and leaving her to fend for herself, by
telling Betty not to bring her food, her heart sank to the depths, and tears rolled down her cheeks, as if she couldn't believe her
current plight.
Even though the race had ended long ago, the image of the girl's beautiful face still lingered in Timothy's mind.
He called up his friend, Romeo, “Romeo, do you know? She won! She won the race tonight! It was so freaking amazing!”
Romeo, who had intended to call Arabella, was preempted by his buddy's call. If he'd known it was going to be about that girl
again, he probably wouldn't have picked up.
“Romeo, did you know? She’s a racer! She's got the spassion as me; it’s like the universe crafted the perfect partner just for
me!”
Romeo deadpanned, “Dreaming already when the sun's barely set?”
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“Romeo! You haven't seen her behind the wheel; she’s so cool!”
Romeo thought about his own darling racing to the hospital, and recalled how fast and fierce she drove that stretch of road.
“Nobody beats my fiancée,” Romeo asserted with confidence.
“Your fiancée can race? Is she a pro driver?” Timothy sounded slightly skeptical.
“Not a pro, better than one. You seem a bit over your head. Wantto send someone over to knock ssense into you?”
Question his fiancée?
His fiancée was the best in the world!!
No question about it!!
“You don’t understand; she’s slim, tall, gorgeous and so classy. And she looks younger than me; | don’t even know if she’s of age.
Anyway, if you saw her, you'd admit she’s the most beautiful and the most captivating girl in the world. I'm not lying.”
Romeo remained unimpressed. He had never met anyone with more grace and beauty than his girl, "If you're done, I'm hanging
up."
Without waiting for Timothy to ramble on, Romeo hung up and dialed Arabella's number.
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