Queen of Wild Cards novel Chapter 522

"On it, Mr. Lowell."

Vernon was so hyped he practically jumped into the air. He had no idea Stella's racing skills were this phenomenal.

Unable to contain himself, he pulled out his phone, recorded a quick clip, and posted it to his social media. The video captured the exact moment of that breathtaking drift.

The moment Vernon's post went live, it instantly grabbed his friends' attention, and Jason Blackwood was the first to hit 'like'.

But as Jason stared at the vaguely familiar figure in the video, he couldn't shake the feeling that it looked exactly like his sister-in-law!

He zoomed in on the image.

Though the driver was wearing a racing suit and a full-face helmet, the outfit was clearly ill-fitting. Furthermore, the figure was distinctly petite. What man had a frame that slender?

Last night, his brother had come to his bar for a drink and casually mentioned that Stella wasn't home. Could this mysterious racer actually be her?

Recalling that wild mountain bike race a while back, he became increasingly convinced it was her.

He immediately dialed Vernon's number.

Vernon was too busy vibrating with excitement as he watched Stella absolutely obliterate Jiro. When his phone buzzed, he instantly rejected the call, refusing to let anyone interrupt him.

Jason frowned and called again.

With his eyes glued to the track, Vernon rejected it a second time.

Swearing under his breath, Jason furiously redialed.

This time, Vernon answered, but his tone was anything but friendly.

"Who the hell is this? Can't you see I'm busy? Call again and I'll beat you to a pulp!"

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