Kyle was the most likely racer to win this race, but he performed poorly and only managed to secure fifth place. This caught the attention of the audience, who wanted to know what happened.
So when Kyle went to the audience stands to find Victoria, the surrounding audience craned their necks to look in their direction.
As a result, everyone heard the phrase "Wind is not dead," and chaos ensued.
"Wind is not dead? Is it true or not? Don't lie to me!"
"That girl with long hair said it herself! She said Wind is not dead and is doing well! Kyle heard it and questioned her!"
"No way, how would she, a girl, know all this? She must be talking nonsense!"
"Wait a minute, isn't that... Ivy!" Suddenly, a foreign guy next to them recognized Victoria. "Oh my god! The woman who said Wind is not dead is Ivy, G.Y's chief designer!"
This was in England's Manchester City. Although there were many Newtopian people in the crowd, they were all focused on watching the race initially, so they didn't recognize Victoria right away.
But when the foreign guy shouted, many people gradually recognized her.
"Oh my god, it really is Ivy!"
"Look at her, she's so beautiful and elegant!"
"I didn't expect her to be interested in racing and specifically come to Manchester City to watch the race."
Seeing how popular and well-received Victoria was, Kyle furrowed his brows and let out a disdainful snort from his nostrils.
Wasn't she just good at designing clothes? Did she really deserve all this praise?
Not only the Newtopian audience at the scene, but even some foreign spectators were eager to take photos with Victoria. Was it necessary?
Kyle's disdain grew stronger in his eyes.
He crossed his arms and stood in the aisle, looking down at Victoria sitting in her seat. His tone was arrogant as he said, "Victoria, you said Wind is not dead. Do you know how ridiculous it is to spread such lies?"
The surrounding crowd immediately quieted down and looked at Victoria with eager eyes.
Did she really know about Wind's whereabouts?
Victoria sat in her seat, raised her eyelids, and looked at Kyle standing above her.
Although she was clearly shorter than Kyle and in a position of suppression, she exuded a calm and disdainful attitude.
"You say I'm lying, alright then. How can you be so sure that Wind is dead?"
Kyle sneered and mocked, "Since Wind announced his retirement two years ago, he hasn't participated in any form of racing again. His social media accounts haven't been updated either. Some people have seen him with their own eyes, lying in a pool of blood after a car accident. This is something all racing fans know."
The racing fans around nodded in agreement when they heard this.
It was indeed true, so they had spontaneously organized an online memorial ceremony on the forum.
Victoria found it laughable. She looked at Kyle and said, "So, you don't have any evidence to prove that Wind died in the car accident. Then what evidence do you have to prove that I am lying when I say Wind is not dead?"
"You!" Kyle choked, not expecting Victoria to be so quick-witted. He pointed at her angrily and said, "I've never seen you show any interest in racing before. Clearly, you're an outsider. Now you casually say that Wind is not dead just to gain attention using his fame! Let me tell you, Victoria, this is disrespectful to the deceased!"
At this moment, Ralph, who was sitting next to them, heard the last sentence and his eyelids twitched violently.
Disrespect for the deceased?
This Kyle is truly a complete idiot.
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