The gaze was so heavy it felt like a physical touch, a sticky substance clinging to Serena’s skin.
As her eyes met his, the man raised a hand and flexed his wrist, the joint cracking loudly.
His aura was sinister and violent.
Serena’s stunning, delicate face remained completely devoid of emotion, her voice cool. “I’ll race for her.”
Her words stunned the crowd.
All eyes snapped to Serena. Then, someone burst out laughing.
“Sis…”
Hailey, momentarily forgetting her heartbreak over Adrian, couldn’t help but speak up.
But she had barely gotten the word out before Serena’s icy gaze shot toward her.
That single glance made Hailey’s throat tighten and a shiver run down her spine.
After a long moment, she swallowed hard and subtly shifted behind Adrian for cover before forcing herself to continue, “Serena, you’re going to race? You? On a motorcycle? Do you think that thing is a moped?”
A country bumpkin who grew up in the middle of nowhere probably didn’t even know what a real motorcycle was. And she had the audacity to think she could ride Ghost against a professional racer?
There was showing off, and then there was being delusional.
Adrian narrowed his cold eyes at Serena. “You’re racing? Do you even have a motorcycle license?”
He recalled the woman in the silver-black helmet, riding Ghost and plowing through the crowd like a wrecking ball.
His gaze deepened.
If that woman really was Serena, then she did know how to ride.
But so what?

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