My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace novel Chapter 87

Isabella, who had come expecting to see Xanthea make a fool of herself, was now gaping to almost drool at the latter’s stunning performance and dashing movements; why was she like him that much?

The track was alive with cheers and the occasional appreciative whistle from professional riders. Caught up in the excitement, Xanthea unwrapped the black bandage tied around her arm and threw it towards the stunned judges.

The soft fabric landed perfectly on one of the judge's chest, carrying a hint of her light, girlish fragrance.

Orion gently picked it up, held it to his nose, and inhaled deeply. His gaze, filled with deep, unmistakable adoration, seemed to pull her in, as if to engulf her entirely.

Miranda stood at the back of the crowd, her eyes fixed on Xanthea, who shone brightly on the track, almost radiant. A sinister smile slowly appeared on her face.

"Shine while you can, dear sister.” She murmured, “For this is the last time you’ll be the center of attention!"

After three laps, Xanthea sped up the final incline, wrapping up her audition performance.

The scene she had chosen was when Phoenix’s reckless younger brother was kidnapped by a biker gang leader threatening to maim him. Phoenix herself stormed in, showed off her motorcycle skills, and rescued her brother.

Having been captivated by this scene in the novel and having learned motorcycling from her uncle, Xanthea was confident she could land the role of Phoenix with her skills.

The roar of the Tron light cycle echoed as it plummeted from the peak, reaching unprecedented speeds, shooting out like a meteor.

As she cleared the obstacle course, Xanthea reached to engage the clutch to slow down, but to her surprise, it was unresponsive after a few attempts!