Chapter 991
Saving Lydia was her primary goal. But while she was at it, she might as well dig a grave for the Doyle family.
The tiny microchip in her pocket held a complete copy of every byte of data from the Subterranean Bio-Lab, including their core files.
Even if the Doyles found out right now and blew the abandoned factory and the lab to smithereens, it wouldn’t matter. This ironclad evidence was enough to doom them forever.
The Doyles would probably go to their graves never realizing that the man who orchestrated their ultimate downfall was none other than Sebastian Doyle himself.
Serena tucked the chip away and circled back to the factory’s main entrance. She swung a long leg over her motorcycle. “Get on. Hold tight p>
Lydia scrambled onto the back of the heavy bike, instinctively wrapping her arms around Serena’s waist.
“No matter what happens, don’t open your eyes, and don’t let go,” Serena ordered.
Realizing what was coming, Lydia’s eyes went wide, but she gave a firm nod. She squeezed her arms tighter around her captain.
Serena twisted the throttle.
The engine let out a deafening roar.
In the next second, the bike shot forward like a bolt of crimson lightning.
The needle on the speedometer climbed frantically.
The scenery on both sides blurred into a streak of meaningless colors, moving too fast to track.
The red motorcycle’s speed was nothing short of terrifying. Even through her helmet, Lydia could feel the fierce howling of the wind.
Terrified, she squeezed her eyes shut, any screams she might have let out instantly swallowed by the rushing air.
Fast!
It was way too fast!
Lydia felt like she was practically flying.
On top of that, it was the middle of the morning rush hour.
The route to the global elite college gauntlet was predictably gridlocked.
Yet, Serena weaved through the stagnant traffic with ease, leaning into impossible
turns and executing flawless drifts against the flow of cars.
Her maneuvers were even more breathtaking than those seen in professional racing circuits.
Meanwhile, beneath the overpass.
A blue supercar was trapped in the middle of the jam, unable to move an inch.
In the driver’s seat, Darius smacked the steering wheel in frustration. “Just my luck. I
finally get back in the country, and I run into this nightmare traffic p>
Cursing under his breath, he glanced
at the man in the passenger seat, whose face had been castin a perpetual scowl. Darius offered him a cigarette. “Adrian, come on Stop looking so miserable. Cheer up.
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“I know the old man banished you to that hellish, isolated boot camp abroad for the
last few months, but hey, you’re out now p>
“Plus, the fact that you managed to get out of a place like that in such a short time just proves how capable
you are. You were too strong for them to hold onto”
“Once your grandfather sees how quickly you cleared the program, he’ll definitely start treating you like the golden boy again p>
“Tonight, I’m taking you out to blow off some steam. We’re not going to think about any of that depressing stuff from before p>
Adrian sat in the passenger seat, an aura of brooding hostility rolling off him. Dark circles bruised the skin under his eyes, making him look utterly unhinged.
He ignored the offered cigarette.
Instead, his right hand drifted over to grip his left arm.
Even through the expensive fabric of his shirt, he could still feel a phantom sting radiating from that spot.
It was where his lifelong mark of shame was permanently etched into his skin.
Ever since he had lost to Serena at the Apex Horizon Speedway, his life had spiraled.
Not only had he been saddled with millions of dollars in debt, but he was also forced
to tattoo the word ‘Loser’ onto his left arm in absolute humiliation.
Worse, he had lost every shred of his dignity in front of the entire crowd that night at the speedway.
Afterward p>
He had mistakenly believed that Hailey Wynn had actually managed to latch onto the heiress of the Lancaster family and break into Vaelion City’s elite social circles.