Chapter 992
Believing that, he had bent over backward trying to please Hailey, hoping she would pull some strings and connect him to the Lancasters, the wealthiest family in the
city.
Yet, despite sinking hundreds of thousands of dollars into Hailey, he never even caught a glimpse of a single member of the Lancaster family.
And then the Wynn family went bankrupt?
The company changed hands overnight and was completely liquidated.
He had sworn to his grandfather that he had secured a connection to the Lancasters.
But p>
He had been played.
Played by the Wynns.
Played by Hailey.
His grandfather had been so furious he had nearly beaten him half to death.
To teach him a lesson.
His grandfather packed him off to a grueling boot camp abroad, claiming it was the only way to build his character and teach him how to be a proper heir.
Inside that camp, he was stripped of his phone and internet access, enduring brutal physical training in total isolation.
It took everything he had to claw his way out, using his grandfather’s upcoming birthday as an excuse. Coupled with his stellar performance in the camp p>
They had finally made an exception and allowed him to return to Elyndor.
He had spent three months in that hellhole.
It had nearly driven him insane.
Now, he was practically vibrating with a suffocating rage that he had no way to vent.
During his time abroad.
Whenever he was pushed past the point of sheer exhaustion.
His mind would conjure up the image of Serena’s breathtakingly cold face.
And then, Hailey’s sickeningly fragile, soft expression would follow.
The sheer hatred he felt for both of them was enough to make his blood boil.
His perfectly paved life had derailed entirely after that night at Apex Horizon Speedway.
It was all because of Serena.
He was buried in debt, scarred with a humiliating tattoo, and banished from the country.
And Hailey was no better p>
He gritted his teeth, a flash of pure venom crossing his features.
Right at that moment.
Darius suddenly pointed out the window and gasped. “Holy shit! Adrian, look at that! There’s a chick on a motorcycle over there, and she is an absolute badass p>
“Damn, damn, damn! What kind of riding is that? How is she going that fast in this traffic? Does she have a death wish p>
“Is she treating this jam like an obstacle course? No way, look at that move! Isn’t that the signature drift only the legendary kye can pull off p>
Adrian furrowed his brows deeply.
He used to be a motorcycle fanatic.
His favorite pastime had been
rounding up his wealthy buddies and
tearing up the local circuits in argateur races.
But now, just hearing the word ‘motorcycle’ made him physically nauseous.
The permanent ink on his left arm felt like a constant broadcast of his absolute degradation on the track.
“Shut up.
What’s so special he snapped irritably.
But his gaze instinctively shifted, following Darius’s pointing finger out the window.
One look.
Adrian’s expression froze completely.
In his line of sight.
A heavy black and red motorcycle was slicing through the impossibly tight gaps between the stalled cars.
The rider was a girl.
Dressed in a black hoodie and dark
pants, her commanding presence alone suggested that a stunning face was hidden beneath the dark
Visor of her helmet. fo
A small, slender girl clung to her back.
Carrying her passenger, she wove down the choked highway with lethal precision.
The aggressive lean angles.
The wildly arrogant, hair’s-breadth overtakes.
It was too familiar!
Way too familiar!
Skye p>
Was that his idol, Skye p>
No.
No, that wasn’t right!
It wasn’t Skye.
That silhouette p>
Adrian’s eyes widened, locking fiercely onto the rider’s retreating back.
Even from a distance.
He could feel that wildly arrogant, completely untouchable aura.
Unbidden, an image of that achingly beautiful, icy face forced its way to the forefront of his mind.
It was Serena! It had to be her!