"Sis, how co you don’t even recognize Phantom?" Gael Quinn eagerly began to explain to her, "Phantom is a legend in the racing world! Besides the genius e-sports player Rebir, my most idolized figure is Phantom! If I get to see Phantom in my lifeti, I’ll be able to wake up laughing every day!"
Seeing his excited face, Serena Everett said nonchalantly, "You can already wake up laughing now."
"What? Sis, I haven’t even seen Phantom yet, how can I wake up laughing?"
Looking at the clueless and silly Gael Quinn, Serena clicked her tongue, growing more convinced that all the Quinn Family’s intelligence went to Damian Quinn.
"Sis, why are you looking at like that?"
Gael Quinn asked, puzzled. Why was she looking at him as if he were an idiot? He wasn’t an idiot!
Serena ignored him and instead turned her indifferent gaze to Connor Sheridan and the others, speaking unhurriedly.
"You guys lost."
At the ntion of this, Connor Sheridan and his crew’s faces turned sour instantly. That was 20% of the shares they were talking about. If his dad found out he lost 20% of the company shares, he’d definitely break his legs!
He imdiately retaliated, "You don’t even recognize Phantom, clearly you’re not into racing! But you were so fast, you must have cheated!"
The car she chose was obviously tampered with by them beforehand and lagged behind theirs for so long, but she still ended up winning, which was just ridiculous!
"Connor Sheridan, do you have no sha?" Gael Quinn imdiately retorted, "My sis won because she’s aweso, calling others cheats just because you’re trash, pathetic, like a sore loser!"
"Damn, what did you say? Want a fight?!"
Gael Quinn wasn’t scared at all, "Am I wrong? You guys are just sore losers, trash!"
"You..."
Connor Sheridan’s face turned unbearably dark with anger, struggling to contain his fury.
"I’m not a sore loser, but you definitely won by cheating. This bet has to be voided!"
"Just because you say my sis cheated doesn’t an she did, where’s your proof?!"
Connor Sheridan cast a sinister glance at the car, "There must be sothing wrong with her car! She definitely tampered with it to beat us!"
Maybe she did sothing to the car when they weren’t paying attention, that’s how she won!
This thought gave Connor Sheridan newfound confidence, "If you claim you didn’t cheat, do you dare to let us check your car?"
Serena, lazily leaning against the wall, her long, straight legs casually folded, exuded a boss-like arrogance.
"Why should I let you check it?"
To Connor Sheridan, these words confird his suspicion of her tampering with the car, reinforcing his belief that she won by cheating.
He imdiately sneered, "Ha, you’re just guilty because you cheated, which is why you don’t dare let us check your car!"
"Bullshit, my sis guilty?!" Gael Quinn put his hands on his hips, "Sis, let’s let them check, so they can lose with conviction!"
Serena shot him a disdainful look, her cold, enchanting voice rang unhurriedly, "You can check, but if it turns out I didn’t tamper with anything, what then?"
Connor Sheridan readily agreed, already convinced she had tampered with the car.
"If it’s proven you didn’t tamper with it, I’ll get down on my knees and call you grandpa!"
There’s no way she didn’t tamper with it, otherwise how could she have beaten him?!
He’s at least a sowhat renowned professional racer, how could he lose to a woman?
"Fine."
Serena was quite satisfied with his proposition and nodded in agreent.
Connor Sheridan snorted coldly and ordered the nearby chanics, "Go check her car, see if she tampered with it!"
"Yes, Young Master Sheridan."
"Wait." Serena raised her beautiful, fox-like eyes to coolly look at him, "It’s not quite fair to use your people to check, is it?"
"Exactly, exactly, if your people check, what if you fra my sis?" Gael imdiately chid in, echoing her sentints.
"Alright, since you put it that way, let’s bring Mr. Coleman over then!" Connor Sheridan sneered, "Go invite Mr. Coleman here in my na!"
Vincent Coleman wasn’t just a top expert in car repairs but was also famously fair and impartial, never showing favoritism to any side.
"Wow, playing it so big? Really calling in Coleman?" Gael couldn’t help but mutter in a low voice.
"What are you afraid of?" Serena’s tone was rather carefree, "Just sit back and enjoy the show."
For so reason, after hearing this, Gael’s initial worries vanished, replaced by an inexplicable sense of reassurance.
Soon, Vincent Coleman arrived, and Connor Sheridan hurriedly went up to greet him warmly.
"Mr. Coleman, long ti no see! We’re asking you to co today to..."
"I know." Without letting him finish, Vincent Coleman waved him off, "Which car needs checking?"
Being interrupted in front of everyone made Connor Sheridan lose face, but he had to swallow his pride considering Vincent Coleman’s reputation in the field.
"It’s the one behind her, Mr. Coleman, you must check it thoroughly, she definitely tampered with it!"
Vincent Coleman turned his gaze to Serena, lazily leaning against the car, a flash of amazent in his eyes, but he soon frowned.
Why did this young girl seem so familiar to him? Even though he had never t her before?
Noticing his scrutinizing gaze, Serena returned it with a cold glance, her aura so overwhelming that it made people unable to lift their heads.
Too similar...
It was just too similar!
Vincent Coleman finally understood why the young girl before him seed familiar; her gaze and aura were just too much like that racing legend—Phantom!
He even briefly thought she was Phantom, but how could that be!
Phantom couldn’t possibly be such a young girl! It was just a coincidence!
With that thought, Vincent Coleman composed himself and began to ticulously inspect the car.
Fifteen minutes later, Vincent Coleman withdrew his hands with a grave expression. Connor Sheridan couldn’t wait to ask.
"Mr. Coleman, how is it? Was her car tampered with?!"
Vincent Coleman nodded solemnly, "Indeed, this car was tampered with!"
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