Chapter 149
Inside the box lay a uniquely cool-looking black metal key.
It was trimmed with gold, which shimmered brightly.
Brianna immediately spotted a ghost emblem engraved on it.
Her eyes lit up, and she nearly jumped out of her seat with excitement.
“Is… is this… the key to the Ghost p>
Seeing the young woman’s face flush with excitement as she lifted the key, looking as if she was about to cry from joy, Serena smiled and nodded.
Brianna stammered, “For… for me p>
Serena laughed. “It’s your gift. Who else would it be for p>
“Ahhhhh!” Brianna shrieked with excitement, nearly loud enough to blow the roof off the car. “Serena, I love you so much, I love you so much! You’re my favorite person in the whole world p>
Even Brian, who was known for being a chatterbox, winced at the piercing scream.
He glanced in the rearview mirror at the ecstatic Brianna in the back seat. “Serena, so you were busy all night just to get her a gift? Why don’t I get one? I want one, I want one p>
“I’ll make it up to you next time,” Serena said.
That seemed to satisfy Brian, but he still shot a jealous look at Brianna in the mirror.
Serena was already surrounded by a whole crowd of people. He had fought hard to break through and become her most loyal follower.
And now, out of nowhere… this Brianna had appeared!
And Serena was so good to her! You could almost describe it as doting.
He was not happy.
Brian didn’t dare show his jealousy openly, so he channeled it into driving faster, hoping to scare the supposedly delicate young lady of the Blackwood family, who was rarely seen in their social circles.
But the sweet, seemingly fragile girl was completely focused on the key in her hands.
Or maybe, she just wasn’t afraid of high speeds at all.
Brian was frustrated.
Brianna held the key to her lips, planting several kisses on it before pressing it to her cheek like a precious treasure, rubbing it gently with a book of pure bliss. “Serena, how did you know I love motorcycles? This is the best best, best gift I have ever received in my life p>
“Serena, thank you p>
The Ghost!
That was the Ghost!
It was the beloved motorcycle of Skye, the world-class racer who had once represented Elyndor, defeating countless countries to win the international championship!
That bike had accompanied Skye through numerous international competitions, always victorious, always unbeatable.
In the racing world, it was practically considered a legend.
But ever since Skye retired from the circuit four years ago, the Ghost had vanished along with her.
She never thought p>
The Ghost was in Serena’s possession!
Brianna was so excited she felt like she was going crazy.
“I watched the footage from Alfred’s dashcam,” Serena said, leaning back lazily against the seat and turning to look at her. “The reason you got into that accident was because of street racing. While Alfred isn’t blameless, most of the fault lies with you p>
Her eyes were cool and clear, and when she stared at someone, she had a chilling sense of seriousness.
Brianna’s excited expression vanished, and she lowered her head guiltily. “I’m sorry p>
Serena said, “You don’t owe me an apology. You owe it to yourself, and to the people who worry about you p>
Brianna’s head sank even lower.
She looked absolutely pitiful.
“You’re not eighteen yet, are you?” Serena reached out and tapped the key Brianna was holding with a slender white finger. “The Ghost is yours. But until you turn eighteen, you can look, but you can’t touch p>
Brianna’s head snapped up, her wide, clear eyes staring. “Serena, I turn eighteen in
a month! And I already have a professional license from when I was abroad. I’m a licensed rider p>