The pink supercar came to a halt at the finish line. Serena opened the door and stepped out.
Displayed on the giant monitors, the girl stood bathed in the spotlight, the night wind catching her long hair. Her cold, flawless beauty was mesmerizing.
A deafening roar erupted from the stadium. The crowd went absolutely feral for the arrogant, insanely talented Elyndor girl.
But Serena ignored the adoration, her expression remaining perfectly bored. She cast a cool glance at Anna, who had been dragged out of her car by the track staff and was currently collapsed on the ground, sobbing and covered in her own filth.
Then, Serena looked at Augus, whose face was purple with rage, and Isabella, who looked like a walking corpse.
Serena smirked. "Your little toys were pretty boring, Anna."
The mockery pierced right through Anna's immense pride, making her violently shake with humiliation.
Augus was livid. He grabbed Hurricane, who had just stumbled out of his wrecked car, and punched him brutally in the face. "You useless piece of trash! I paid millions for you to lose to a girl? And you call yourself the underground king?"
"Let go of me!" Hurricane took the punch without flinching, but immediately shoved Augus away. He staggered over to Serena, his eyes burning with fanatical obsession. He was practically babbling. "That drift... and the counter strike..."
"You're Skye! You're Skye, aren't you? The racing god who disappeared four years ago!"
Skye!
Even after four years of silence, that name struck like a bolt of lightning in the racing world. She was a myth, an untouchable deity of the track.
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