Chapter 158
“Or maybe you’d like me to… show you what ‘getting lost’ really looks like p>
A single, casually delivered sentence was enough to intimidate the group of friends and followers. They all shrank back, lowering their heads.
Adrian’s face was a mixture of livid and pale, and his chest felt so tight it was about to explode.
He swallowed hard, his heavy gaze sweeping over the girl in the silver-and-black helmet.
“We’re leaving p>
The words were practically squeezed through his gritted teeth.
His face was a mask of resentment and humiliation, but in the end, he didn’t dare to go against a hell-raiser like Brian.
It was an open threat.
And Brian was absolutely capable of following through.
If he really got tossed out of this place by Brian today p>
How could he ever show his face in their circle again?
“Adrian p>
Hailey bit her lip and shot a venomous glare at Serena.
To just run away like this.
It made her, a lady of the Wynn family, seem inferior to some trashy biker chick.
“Let’s go!” Adrian’s face was ashen. He grabbed Hailey’s arm and turned to leave.
As he walked away.
He caught a glimpse of the ever-arrogant Brian, who never gave anyone the time of day. After his tough-guy act, he took off his sunglasses, turned his head, and flashed
a brilliant smile at the cool, aloof woman in the silver-and-black helmet.
His expression, his entire demeanor, was that of a total suck-up.
Even his tone was full of eagerness and excitement. “Dear! You okay? That scumbag didn’t get to you, did he? Don’t worry, if he ever dares to bother you again, I’ll go bother his dad! Just calm down p>
“I saved the best seats for you in the VIP viewing area! Come on, let’s go watch the race p>
Adrian’s steps faltered for a second. His eyes widened, and he whipped his head around to look at Brian p>
Or more accurately, at that woman!
The woman riding the Ghost!
The scene was strikingly familiar.
At Obsidian Palace, Brian had acted the same way toward Serena… exactly the same!
That fawning, sycophantic energy, following Serena around like a little attendant.
He had even declared publicly, without hesitation, that he, Brian, would be happy to just carry Serena’s shoes!
And now, he was directing that same eagerness toward this other woman.
Could it be that she was p>
The thought flashed through his mind, but he quickly dismissed the absurd idea.
No!
That was absolutely impossible!
That woman could never be Serena!
Serena was a country bumpkin
ofack from the middle
of nowhere. She
She had
watched a few races with
A hick who had never even touched a heavy-duty motorcycle like this how could she possibly ride the professionally modified Ghost? An de it so beautifully
He thought back to the stunning dragon-tail drift the Ghost had
performed when it entered the net
crowd, a move that had captivated
everyone.
It truly had a bit of Skye’s flair.
It could never have been pulled off by Serena… that country girl.
Most importantly p>
He was now starting to suspect that the woman on the Ghost might be the goddess
of his dreams-Skye!
And how old was Serena?
Four years ago, Serena was only sixteen.
How could a timid, mousy hick be the internationally acclaimed Queen of Racing,
winner of countless championships-Skye?
He must be losing his mind.
Why did he keep thinking about Serena?