She wouldn't say another word.
It was incredibly boring.
Just then.
*ROAR—*
A sudden sound, like a beast being let out of its cage, rattled their eardrums.
A wave of gasps and exclamations erupted from the crowd.
Everyone’s head turned toward the source.
A silver-and-black motorcycle was speeding toward them, fast as lightning.
The bike’s body had sleek, sharp, and aggressive lines, and the hum of its engine was particularly captivating.
When Adrian’s gaze fell upon that motorcycle, the lazy, dismissive look on his face vanished.
His eyes widened in shock. He shot to his feet, staring dumbfounded as the bike roared into view.
His pupils dilated.
*SCREECH—*
The motorcycle made a sharp, sudden turn, its tires screaming against the pavement.
The silver-and-black bike came to a stop at the edge of the track with incredible flair.
“Holy crap! I-Isn’t that Ghost?!”
“Damn! Skye’s Ghost? What’s it doing in Elyndor?”
“It’s been four years… four years! I can’t believe I’m seeing Ghost again!”
The people gathered here were all racing enthusiasts from all over.
There were also plenty of wealthy heirs from various racing clubs.
This was the bike that had fought alongside Skye, the legend who had taken the world by storm, broken countless records in racing history, created endless glory for Elyndor racing, and won innumerable championships. This was Ghost!
In the racing world, who didn't know of Skye? Who didn't know of Ghost?
If Ghost was here, then… was the rider Skye?
Frustrated, Hailey bit her lower lip, squinting as she tried to get a better look at who these women were and what they looked like.
The one in the driver's seat was wearing a black t-shirt and cargo pants.
Her long, slender legs were casually draped over the bike, one foot on the ground. She wore a heavy silver-and-black helmet, giving her an incredibly cool and commanding presence.
Behind her sat a cute girl in a pink and white tracksuit with her hair in pigtails, wearing a pink helmet.
The two of them together were actually… quite a sight.
Hailey’s gaze landed on the silver-and-black helmet, and for some reason, her eyes twitched.
Even with the helmet obscuring her face, she could still see a pair of sharp, cold eyes…
It seemed she was quite the beauty.
Just then.
Over with Adrian's friends, a handsome man in a black studded leather jacket suddenly widened his eyes, staring at the two women.
His voice was filled with surprise. “Hey? Isn’t that…”

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