Just wait. He was about to crush Brian in the warm-up race.

***

At the starting line in the warm-up area.

Hailey stood by the fence, her beautiful eyes full of adoration and love as she

watched Adrian push his motorcycle onto the track.

Beside her, Lauren's fawning voice chimed in, “Miss Wynn, you're so lucky. Mr. Cole will definitely win for you. I heard today's prize is a racing bike that was once used in international competitions—it's worth five million dollars!"

Hailey's hand tightened on the fence as she tried to suppress her overwhelming excitement.

Five million dollars!

That was just what you'd expect from the wealthy elites of Vaelion City.

A simple opening prize started at five million!

Her vanity was immensely satisfied, instantly dispelling the gloom from her earlier encounter with that female rider.

Once Adrian won this race and got that five-million-dollar bike, who would remember his earlier embarrassment?

Everyone would only remember his glory on the track and envy him for having such a beautiful woman by his side, cheering for him after his victory!

Hailey's lips curved into a confident, proud smile. "Adrian's victory is a sure thing. He has a professional racer's license, after all!”

Just as she was basking in her pride, a series of gasps erupted from the crowd around her.

"Adrian got hit!"

"Damn, what's with Mr. Foster? It feels like he's constantly targeting Mr. Cole."

"He's Mr. Foster! Who wouldn't he dare to hit?"

Hailey's eyes flew open. Sure enough, on the track, Brian was arrogantly provoking

Adrian, who was covering his face, looking utterly humiliated.

Hailey's proud expression froze, and her hands gripped the fence tightly.

That Brian...

What was his problem?

Was it because of that bitch Serena?

The last time at the Obsidian Palace, Brian had been following Serena around like a lost puppy. He was obviously taken with her looks!

"Mr. Foster is racing too? Well... this race just got interesting," someone muttered nearby.

Hailey's eyes widened, and she shot a cold glare in their direction. "Didn't you all say Adrian has mastered every move of that racing legend, Skye? Skye is so incredible, how could Adrian possibly lose?"

“This race was a foregone conclusion from the start!"

And it was indeed a foregone conclusion.

Adrian lost, without a doubt.

Of course he was going to lose.

Adrian might be a licensed professional racer, but so was Brian.

In fact, it was racing that had brought him and Serena together in the first place.

Compared to Adrian, who could only

study Skye's old race videos and figure things out on his own, Brian had received personal instruction. from Skye herself.

Was there even a comparison?

Brian lifted his hand and took off his fluorescent green helmet, flashing a provocative smile at the

ashen faced Adrian. "You think

Skye's skills are something you can just pick up casually?"

“You learn a few superficial tricks and think you can compare yourself to her?"

"Do you think you're worthy?"

His contemptuous gaze swept over Adrian from head to toe.

Then, he raised his hand and gave him a thumbs-down.

The dismissive, mocking gesture made Adrian bare his teeth in fury.

Brian didn't even bother giving him a second look.

He got on his bike and sped away.

"Serena, Serena! I won!"

Adrian thought he could hear Brian's excited voice in the distance.

His pupils constricted.

Serena?

Serena?

He jerked his head up, looking in the direction Brian was heading—