A lot of people gathered at the Nightwing Circuit at 8.00PM. Today’s race was organized by Danny and Jamie; the two rich dandies had been at odds in Athesea for a long time.
Alexander was sitting at the entrance to the clubhouse. He had changed into casual wear, but the elegant and distant air about him made him seem somewhat out of tune with Danny’s circle of friends. Glancing at the watch on his wrist, he asked with a frown, “Where’s he?”
Danny answered obsequiously at once, “He’s supposed to be here soon, Alexander.” God only knows how much trouble it took for me to bring the workaholic Alexander here. Jamie, that brat, is going to suffer a crushing defeat! he thought with a smile before seeing Jamie’s car arrive.
Jamie got out of the driver’s seat first. Then, the passenger door opened. Dressed in gray casual clothes, the lady slowly walked up to the two men with Jamie, her wavy, long hair hanging loosely behind her neck.
Only then did everyone get to see the woman’s face. Her fair skin was flawless, and her almond eyes looked breathtakingly beautiful under the light, as if they could put somebody under their spell.
The lady was a stunner, but Danny didn’t forget the reason they were here. “Where’s the expert racer you brought with you, Jamie? I’ve brought my brother here today. Just wait till you lose, you brat.”
Jamie chuckled and patted Elise on the shoulder. “Well, I wouldn’t be so sure of that. This lady here is my boss, and she’ll race against your brother tonight.”
As soon as Jamie finished his sentence, Danny stared at Elise in disbelief. “You mean her? Your boss, you say? Are you kidding me, Jamie? I’ve brought Alexander here today. How dare you look down on us?!”
Even Jamie’s friends found him ridiculous. After all, Elise seemed like a delicate and weak young lady at first glance. They were having a sports car race here, not a toy car race! Besides, the Nightwing Circuit was famous for how difficult it was to race on it; even the slightest of mistakes could cost the racers their lives!
Jamie didn’t care what everyone said, though. They’ll have egg on their faces later, anyway.
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