CHAPTER 828: CHAPTER 827

Harlan had every intention of playing dirty, but Rosemary’s car kept picking up speed, and there was no way for him to keep up.

Rosemary’s convertible was red-hot, topping out at 210 miles per hour, while his own beast could hit a solid 220. But no matter how he sped up, he couldn’t close the gap.

Not even neck and neck.

Perhaps it was those few seconds when he eased off the pedal on the curves earlier that had cost him the lead.

With his mind straying, he only noticed the rocks on the road when it was almost too late. Swerving to avoid a collision, he got his car skidded, which sent sparks flying as it grazed the guardrail. He corrected his path, but Rosemary had already pulled further ahead.

This stretch was notorious for occasional rockfalls that could smash a windshield or litter the road - a hazard Harlan usually watched like a hawk during practice and races. But Rosemary had thrown him off

his game tonight.

As Rosemary crossed the finish line, the Light Fleet crew erupted in cheers.

"Amazing!"

"Rose’s on fire!"

"Did we just win? Light Fleet took the round!"

The crowd went wild, standing up from their seats and shouting their support. No one expected Light Fleet to bruise the rival team’s ego in the first round.

Timothy clenched his fist in excitement. Yes, that was freaking awesome.

Sean watched the red convertible loop back to the starting line, and Light Fleet folks swarm Rosemary in celebration. As the window rolled down, it revealed a face that was new yet stunning.

Not the same girl?

Who’s she?

As the crowd around Rosemary got too thick, Sean had to head inside to check the monitors after tossing his binoculars to Steward.

"Zoom in."

Steward, knowing who Sean wanted to see, quickly tapped the smart screen on the wall and enlarged the image of the red car. Someone handed the driver a bottle of water, and both Steward and Sean got

a clear view of the girl’s face.

With sharp features, she gave off an air of cool detachment - that wasn’t Light Fleet’s captain Ophelia!

She looked more like the girl who’d crashed their party last night?!

Same bun, same icy stare, same aloof demeanor.

If it wasn’t her, who else could it be?

"How could it be her?" Steward was taken aback. Sean came especially to watch the race, yet Ophelia was nowhere to be seen. Where was she? Didn’t she covet the Kowloon Bay track?

"I’ll have her picked up right away." Steward had been unable to track down the girl, yet here she was, served up on a silver platter.

"Let’s wait a bit." Sean turned to enter the elevator, "I want to meet her first."

Was Sean planning to race her himself?

It was widely known that Sean had founded the team, and although he had been the team captain, he’d never led his team to race. It’s.Harlan, his second-in-command, who typically led the team into games.

This girl’s driving must have caught Sean’s interest. Even though he hadn’t led his team to race, Sean had himself competed in plenty of international events. He had another persona: a top-tier professional

racer.

"Rose, you’re incredible," they praised her. "To drive that fast and that well on your first race."

"You even left Harlan in the dust. I can’t believe my eyes, you know? No one’s ever outrun Harlan by that much, except for their big boss, Sean."

Sean??

Rosemary arched an eyebrow. Why did she keep hearing about "Sean" over and over again ever since she’d come to Belloria?

Was it the same person, or was it different people coincidentally sharing a common name??

"No wonder Ms. Almond sent you to save the day – you’re like a dark horse!"

"Moments ago, you were playing all humble, claiming you only knew the basics – forward, reverse, braking. But you drive like a pro!"

"You’ve been flying under the radar, haven’t you?"

"Tonight, we’re definitely taking down Kowloon Bay!"

While Rosemary’s teammates from Light Fleet were cheering for her, Harlan pushed through his consoling friends and stormed toward them with anger written all over his face. He slapped the hood of Rosemary’s car for emphasis.

"Get out." He cried out with his teeth gritted, regardless of his image, his voice laced with barely contained rage, "You couldn’t possibly out-drive me. Tell me the truth – is this car rigged? Turn it off and

get out, I want to check."

Rosemary remained seated in the driver’s seat. Ready for the next race, she was not willing to waste time indulging him.

Her Light Fleet crew quickly formed a protective barrier in front of her.

"If you want Rose to step out for a check, you’ll have to admit that you’ve been out-driven," one of them said. "Then maybe she’ll let you take a look."

Harlan was in no mood for chitchat. He was convinced that Rosemary must have modified her car or had insider knowledge of the track’s layout. There was no other explanation for how she could beat a

professional racer like him, especially when she had never been seen at any racing event before.

Something was up!

"Our vice-captain is telling you to get out. What are you waiting for?"

"If the car’s not modified, what are you afraid of?"

"Let’s have a look and see if it’s been rigged."

"Get out!"

The members of the opposing team, one by one, started to press her.

Just then, a bold voice rang out from the crowd.

"The vice-captain of Drift Kings can’t handle losing? Making a scene over a girl in front of everyone – isn’t that a bit embarrassing?"

Heads turned towards the voice, some with a hint of wariness. Timothy Bynes?

Even Harlan’s expression soured. Timothy was the sole heir to the Bynes family – a man not to be trifled with.

"Mr. Bynes, you might not know this, but this girl, on her first visit to Kowloon Bay, drove like she owned the track, even outpacing me." Harlan forced a smile, but Timothy cut him off, "Sounds like Mr. Harlan was simply out-driven."

Harlan’s face hardened.

"If you wants to check her car, shouldn’t you negotiate with her and get her consent, instead of banging on her vehicle and demanding she steps out with a posse. If she’s clean, would you be willing to apologize in front of everyone?"

Rosemary glanced over. A young man stood in front of the spectator stands, whose expensive attire setting him apart from the crowd. Even separated by the protective netting of the racetrack, he still stood out with an air of evident chivalry. His presence commanded respect.

Mr. Bynes?

She’d never heard the name before.

Harlan, grasping at straws to justify his loss, insisted, "If I’ve misjudged her, I’ll apologize. But only if she has the guts to step out and let us check!"

Unexpectedly, Rosemary cut the engine, put on a black mask, opened the car door, and stepped out.

Timothy hadn’t expected the girl to be so slender and so tall. The mysterious allure she had behind the wheel was nothing compared to the real, close-up impact of her presence.