Travis threw an arm around Emma's shoulders and turned to leave.
"Go wait in the stands and cheer loud for me."
Tristan's eyes locked onto Travis's arm draped over Emma, a heavy frown pulling at his features.
"I know you'll win, but please be careful," Emma urged. Track accidents were far too common.
"Don't worry."
Watching them walk away, Gillian noticed Tristan staring after them and felt a spike of irritation.
"Tristan, you better not hold back. We can't let Emma act so high and mighty anymore. You have to make her apologize to me on the podium, right in front of the live cameras!"
Tristan nodded, echoing a hollow, "Don't worry."
The race kicked off shortly after. Emma sat in the absolute best seat in the VIP section.
The crowd was screaming Travis's name, and the car he was driving was none other than the customized Shadow Chaser Emma had purchased.
"What a pathetic waste of money. Handing over a hundred-million-dollar supercar just to win a bet against my brother. You really are desperate," Gillian sneered, marching over specifically to mock her.
Emma didn't even flinch. "If you had half a brain, you'd know modifying a supercar takes months, not a day. Think before you open your mouth next time."
"Whatever! You're going to lose anyway!" Gillian snapped furiously, shooting her a venomous glare.
But when Gillian looked down at the track, her stomach dropped.
Emma's Shadow Chaser was already tearing the competition apart, leaving everyone in the dust.
As the car roared past their section, Emma stood up, waving excitedly.
"Travis! You got this!"
Emma's bright, forceful cheering caused Tristan, trailing in second place, to momentarily lose focus.


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