The Quinn Group.
"Master Damian..."
Damian Quinn had just walked out of the eting room when Chase Sherman hurriedly approached him.
"Master Damian, there’s bad news. The young master couldn’t reach you. He just sent a ssage saying that Miss Serena agreed to race against Mason Lowell at Oakhaven Racetrack!"
The track at Oakhaven Racetrack is extrely dangerous; one mistake could lead to a fatal crash, especially competing against Mason Lowell, who is notoriously crazy!
"What?"
Damian Quinn’s strikingly handso face instantly turned grim, exuding an intense coldness that was chilling to the bone.
The girl clearly told him she had a dinner date with classmates, so he didn’t pick her up. But how did she end up at Oakhaven Racetrack?
"Prepare the car, get there as fast as possible."
Damian Quinn’s expression was serious, colder and more intimidating than usual.
Although he knew the girl was even more formidable than he imagined, he was still worried. He couldn’t allow the girl to be in any danger!
Chase Sherman didn’t dare delay and imdiately responded respectfully, "Yes, Master Damian!"
...
Serena Everett ca out in her racing suit, which perfectly showcased her flawless figure, especially those long, slender legs that captivated everyone’s eyes.
Sumr Miller and the others all stared wide-eyed, squealing with admiration.
"Serena is so cool! Her figure is amazing!"
"Oh my gosh, Serena is so fierce and stunning!"
"Indeed, when a woman is cool, n have nothing on her!"
"I’m smitten, Serena, can I have a chance please?!"
Serena was amused by them, gently pinching their cheeks with her fair fingers, her tone casual yet bold.
"I’ll bring back the trophy for you guys to play with later."
"Aweso! Serena, you’re the best; I know you’ll win!"
"Exactly, Serena will definitely win!"
Sumr Miller and the others were so enamored, turning into her little fangirls, nodding obediently.
Hearing their words, Serena smiled softly, her tone full of indulgence.
"Wait for to bring back the trophy."
"Okay, okay!"
Sumr Miller and the others nodded their flushed faces enthusiastically, reluctant to take their eyes off her.
"Gosh, I’m going to turn for Serena!"
Gael Quinn watched this scene and couldn’t help but twitch his lips.
Wow, wow, my sister-in-law not only attracts the opposite sex but is equally srizing to the sa sex!
Not only does he have to guard against wild n lusting after her, but now he has to guard against won too!
But why hasn’t my brother arrived yet!!!
As the race was about to begin, Gael Quinn grew increasingly anxious, yet he was helpless.
Watching Serena being surrounded and adored like a superstar, not far away, Eleanor Linden gritted her teeth in jealousy, feeling utterly bitter.
What’s so special about that bitch Serena?!
Today she’s racing against Mason Lowell, a famous na in the racing circuit. She’s dood to lose!
The Oakhaven Racetrack is winding and dangerous; if that bitch Serena were to have an accident during the race, she’d be dood!
With this thought, the malice in Eleanor Linden’s eyes deepened, hoping that fate would have Serena crash on the track, leaving her nowhere to be found!
"The race begins!"
As the referee’s voice fell, Mason Lowell’s car sped off first.
Watching Serena being left far behind, Mason Lowell frowned, feeling disappointed.
Such a slow start, Phantom would never be such a waste...
The drone hovered in the air, streaming the race track’s scene.
Watching Serena being left far behind, Eleanor Linden felt instantly pleased, gloatingly saying.
"Tsk tsk tsk, just starting the race and already so far behind, what trash! Competing with Mason Lowell while being so trashy, utterly laughable!"
"Shut up, don’t you dare speak ill of Serena!"
As Eleanor Linden finished speaking, Sumr Miller and the others glared over.
"Our Serena will definitely win!"
"Hahaha, that’s hilarious! Serena’s already so far behind, and you still think she’ll win? She’s definitely done for..."
Before Eleanor Linden could finish her mocking words, she saw the drone give Serena a close-up.
Inside the car, Serena looked calm, without a trace of panic, holding her phone as if replying to soone’s ssage.
Seeing this, the audience was astonished.
"Holy crap... the race has started, and she’s actually playing on her phone?!"
"Unbelievable, she has no respect for the race!"
"Exactly, but even if she tried her best, she wouldn’t beat Mason Lowell anyway..."
After replying to a man’s ssage, Serena put away her phone, her exquisite brows filled with a devilish charm, pressing the accelerator to the floor as the red car shot forward like a bullet.
On the winding, winding track of Oakhaven, the faster the speed, the greater the risk, and Serena’s speed was too fast for the drone to capture.
"Oh my god! Is she crazy?"
Seeing the footage on the big screen, everyone watched in terror, but couldn’t help but secretly admire her.
They were terrified just watching, but she dared to drive so fast!
Serena drove not only fast but steady; she maneuvered each curve flawlessly, without a single mistake, while Mason Lowell didn’t have such skill, making errors in two curves and being effortlessly overtaken by Serena.
Seeing this scene, the audience exclaid in amazent.
"Oh my god, she overtook Mason Lowell! This is unbelievable!"
"Amazing, absolutely amazing! Her every move is perfect!"
Sumr Miller and the others proudly lifted their chins, looking at Eleanor Linden, who appeared uncomfortable nearby.
"See, who said our Serena couldn’t catch up? She caught up, didn’t she?"
"Exactly, exactly, our Serena is the best!"
"Haha, soone’s face must be hurting from embarrassnt now!"
Listening to these mocking words, Eleanor Linden’s expression grew darker, biting her teeth in hatred.
Couldn’t believe that damn Serena really overtook, Mason Lowell was utterly useless, couldn’t even beat that Serena bitch!
On the racetrack.
She caught up so fast and even overtook him?
A gleam of excitent flashed in Mason Lowell’s eyes. He gritted his teeth, continued to accelerate, chasing after Serena’s car desperately.
Watching Mason Lowell tailing closely through the rearview mirror, Serena lazily arched her eyebrows.
Besides Kaise, she hadn’t encountered a rival racer in a long ti.
Though Mason Lowell’s skills aren’t bad, compared to Kaise, it’s not even close.
Might as well teach him a lesson in humility today!
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