There, on the opposite platform, stood a tall woman.
She wore a black crop top and cargo pants, her hands resting casually on the railing, revealing a sliver of a pale, almost glowing waistline. The outfit accentuated her long, slender legs.
Her waterfall of dark hair was tied back in a high ponytail, revealing a strikingly beautiful and coolly composed face.
As she turned her head to smile and talk to a girl with pigtails beside her, her eyes danced with a vibrant, captivating charm.
She was so beautiful it was almost impossible to look away.
Adrian’s pupils shrank.
Serena…!
It really was her?
What was she doing at Apex Horizon Speedway?
“Adrian!”
Hailey ran towards him, her expression soured, and grabbed his arm. “How could Mr. Foster do that? Hitting someone over nothing… He doesn’t act like a gentleman at all!”
She was furious.
She was supposed to be standing in the spotlight, watching Adrian win this race for her, presenting her with a five-million-dollar motorcycle.
She would have been the most envied woman in the entire venue!
But Brian had ruined everything!
Why did that Brian have to be so damn annoying?!
Hailey was so angry she didn’t realize her own strength, squeezing Adrian’s arm with extreme force.
Adrian’s arm, already dislocated from a fall on the last turn, throbbed with a sharp, piercing pain.
Now, with Hailey’s grip, the pain intensified, and his face went pale. He couldn’t help but let out a muffled grunt.
Hailey, however, seemed oblivious, puffing out her cheeks and complaining, “Isn’t Mr. Foster one of the Fosters? Was a five-million-dollar prize really worth fighting you for?”
That was a luxury bike worth five million dollars!
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