Chapter 310
Chapter 310:
Roger wasn’t overly ambitious—he didn’t aspire to helm the entire Ellis empire—but he understood the importance of securing a stable and elevated position in the family. A well-matched wife could give him the leverage he needed to solidify his standing, ensuring he could walk with pride, his peers unable to challenge or belittle him.
This issue had been gnawing at him for months, and though he had initially leaned toward the Roberts family for its connections, the Harris family was an entirely different league.
With that, Roger began plotting his next steps, his ambition quietly ignited.
As soon as Yelena returned home, her phone buzzed with an incoming call. It was Brody.
“Yelena, your beloved car is back in perfect condition. Fully serviced and ready to roar. Everyone’s hyped to see you race again. Are you free this weekend? Usual spot p>
Yelena considered it. With school starting soon and her internship on the horizon, a little break sounded appealing.
“Alright,” she said, a hint of a smile in her voice. “I’ll check it out this weekend p>
Settling into her chair, she powered on her laptop and went straight to work.
The week passed quickly, and when Saturday arrived, Yelena prepared for the outing with her usual efficiency. She slipped on sporty yet casual attire and donned a sleek mask, her way of maintaining a low profile. Hailing a cab, she gave the driver a simple instruction. “Speed Club p>
The cab driver, recognizing the destination, gave her a knowing glance and quickly got her there.
At the club’s front desk, Yelena approached with quiet confidence. “Yelena Roberts. Password 8888,” she said, her voice calm and composed.
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The receptionist perked up immediately, greeting her with a respectful nod. “Hello, Miss Roberts. Your car is ready and waiting in Garage 10. Enjoy your time p>
“Thank you,” Yelena replied, taking the key handed to her with both hands. She nodded politely before heading toward the garage.
As she walked through the club, her composed, self-assured demeanor turned heads. Though unfamiliar to many of the regulars, she left an impression. It wasn’t often they saw women in the racing scene, especially not someone as poised and striking as her.
Racing wasn’t for the faint of heart—it demanded precision, guts, and an appetite for danger. Most women avoided it entirely, and those who did try rarely made waves. But Yelena wasn’t just any woman.
When she emerged from the garage in her sharp racing suit, holding herself with unmistakable confidence, murmurs rippled through the crowd. Could this beautiful woman actually be competing in the race?
The buzz around Yelena grew louder as more people noticed her. A striking woman commanding a sleek sports car was a rarity, and whispers spread like wildfire.
The club roared to life, the thunder of engines echoing through the air, punctuated by the sharp screech of tires gripping the asphalt. The cacophony was enough to make the uninitiated flinch, but for racing enthusiasts, it was the sound of adrenaline itself.
Yelena paid no attention to the murmurs or curious glances. Sliding into her car with practiced ease, she started the engine, the low growl vibrating through the vehicle like a predator ready to pounce. With a firm press on the accelerator, the car shot forward—a blur of red streaking across the track.
Reaching a sharp turn, Yelena executed a seamless drift, the car sliding into position with absolute precision. Gasps erupted from the spectators.
“That drift… flawless,” someone murmured, their voice tinged with awe.
“Even professionals might struggle to nail it like that,” another whispered.
The move was reminiscent of a racing legend—the kind of maneuver people only expected from the elusive king of the track. Watching Yelena pull it off with such grace left everyone stunned.
Behind her, another car was relentless in its pursuit, refusing to fall behind. Inside, John leaned forward, urging his friend Austin.
“Dude, are you sleeping? That red car’s flying! Don’t let it outpace you!” John exclaimed, his voice a mix of excitement and challenge. The two had come to Speed Club seeking release after an intense week of work. The thrill of racing, the pulse-pounding excitement of the track—this was their way of unwinding.