Brianna’s grip on the phone became bone-white, her eyes so red they looked ready to spill over with tears.
Her nails dug deep into her palm, but she didn't feel a thing.
Suddenly, the warm back of a hand covered her own.
Brianna froze, her body stiffening slightly as she numbly lifted her reddened eyes.
Her lashes were damp, making her look like a helpless little rabbit.
Just as she was about to speak,
Serena raised a hand and pressed a finger to her lips.
Then, she leaned down, bringing her mouth close to the phone. Her voice was cool and clear. "Then you'll do what?"
In an instant, Brianna's heart hammered in her chest.
Looking at the face so close to her own, so stunningly perfect there wasn't a single flaw to be found.
Her face flushed beet red.
Every last trace of sadness vanished.
On the other end of the line, Brandon was clearly caught off guard for a moment before he recovered. "You... you must be the driver Brianna hired, right? This is a private conversation. Who gave you the right to butt in?"
His voice dripped with disdain. "Let me tell you something. The only reason Brianna bought the Ghost and had you bring her to Apex Horizon Speedway was so she could deliver it to me personally!"
Serena scoffed, her stunning eyes glinting with a cold light. "You want the bike?"
"Then... get your ass over here and ask for it yourself."
Brandon exploded. "You freakin' give the phone back to Brianna, you freakin'—"
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