Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 505

Chapter 505 It’s Her

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Racing had never been that important to Ayla. She hadn’t expected Bria to remember it for so

many years.

During the three years Ayla was married to Troy, she knew Bria liked racing. It wasn’t until the divorce cooling-off period that she realized Bria was Sol’s fan.

Ayla tapped the car lightly. The setup was the same as three years ago. Bria had clearly put in real effort.

No matter how badly Bria treated Ayla, her passion for Sol was genuine.

Ayla turned around and looked at the stunned Bria. “Get in.”

Tonight, Ayla wore a thin black coat that stopped just at her hips, pulled in tight at the waist, making her figure sharp and clean.

She paired it with black pants and mid-calf black leather boots, the cuffs neatly tucked in.

She was tall. Wrapped in black from head to toe, she looked even slimmer under the moonlight and streetlights. Her cold, distant vibe matched the sharp lines of her coat perfectly. A light breeze lifted a few strands of her hair, brushing her face and making her skin look pale and clear. She was like a bright moon-quiet, but full of energy.

The whole scene felt like a movie.

Just standing there, Ayla looked like a silhouette-lean, straight, eye-catching. She seemed thin, yet powerful, cool, and intimidating.

Bria felt like she didn’t recognize Ayla anymore.

Ayla told her to get in, and Bria didn’t argue. She followed obediently.

Ayla took the driver’s seat.

Bria sat in the passenger seat.

Bria’s mind went blank. She even forgot to buckle up. Ayla leaned over and fastened the seat belt for her.

Ayla held the steering wheel and hit the gas.

Bria didn’t dare blink. A familiar rush filled her chest.

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Ayla’s eyes were bright but deep, with a faint spark of excitement.

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The McLaren’s engine roared. The car felt like an arrow pulled tight on a bow, gathering force. Then suddenly, it shot forward. The push slammed Bria back into her seat-something she’d never felt when driving herself.

On the way, Ayla had checked the map and knew where the track was. Bria had mentioned earlier that the roads here were blocked off and very safe. Once Sol arrived, she planned to drive here. So Ayla headed straight for the track.

Bria didn’t say a word in the entire ride.

She honestly hadn’t processed anything yet. Her brain just couldn’t catch up.

When they reached the nearby track, Ayla finally spoke, “Do you get carsick?”

Bria glanced at her.

Ayla’s side profile was striking. The black coat made her look colder, but her face was calm, almost expressionless. Her eyes were steady, confident, and sharp.

Bria was hit hard by the aura Ayla gave off. How should she describe it? She was just insanely cool.

Bria realized she’d been completely charmed by a woman. The longer she looked, the stronger that familiar feeling became. She’d imagined countless times what Sol looked like behind the wheel. Now it was clear. Sol was Ayla!

Bría clenched her teeth, her voice trembling. “Ayla, h-how dare you mess with me?!”

Her eyes were red. Her voice shook with anger, but it wasn’t a tantrum. It was emotion crashing through her all at once. Bria didn’t even know what she looked like anymore. She was overwhelmed by the truth.

Ayla smiled at her. “Surprise.”

The next second, the McLaren shot forward like lightning. Bria’s focus was instantly ripped away by the terrifying speed. She screamed nonstop.

The track had several sharp turns. When Bria or her friends drove here, they always slowed down, but Ayla didn’t.

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