Serena scoffed. "If I was the one who lost the race today, do you think Isabella and Anna would have shown me mercy?"
"No," Douglas answered without hesitation. "They would have eaten you alive."
"Exactly," Serena's voice was frigid. "Neither will I. I don't waste my sympathy on people who want me dead."
Douglas laughed out loud.
He looked at her with pure admiration.
Ruthless and decisive.
That was the true blood of the Vinton family.
"I like your style," Douglas mused, resting his chin on his hand as his dark eyes locked onto her.
Suddenly, he raised an eyebrow, changing the subject with a deepening smirk. "But Skye... you really are incredible. The undisputed king of the track from four years ago."
He narrowed his dark eyes. "Four years ago... you weren't even sixteen yet, were you?"
Serena didn't miss a beat. "I had a license, and the international association approved my entry."
"So skilled at such a young age." Douglas rubbed his chin. "Is that why you were so good at kicking my bodyguards across the garage and swiping my chip at the underground auction?"
Serena was silent.
Why was the conversation back on the chip again?
This time, she didn't bother denying it.
She pulled the car over, hit the brakes, and turned to look at the man beside her.
Douglas instinctively tensed his muscles, assuming she was about to lash out in embarrassment and attack him.
Instead, Serena reached into her pocket, pulled out the black card she had just won from Augus, and shoved it directly into the open collar of Douglas's shirt.

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