Back then, Noelle was naive and agreed to trade dolls with Winter. However, Winter quickly destroyed her own doll.
Noelle's eyes darkened when she recalled this memory. She pressed the accelerator to the floor. "I don't want to lose. Not this time!"
Charles smirked. "But they're professional racers, driving professional race cars."
"But I want to try!"
She did not want to be deprived of her rights without even trying. She needed to make an effort, and if she still could not get it after trying, then she would let go. It would simply mean it was not meant for her.
Noelle's words were not only meant for Charles but also for herself. Seeing the determination in Noelle's eyes, Charles knew she had made up her mind. "Alright, go for it."
From start to finish, Charles did not say much. He was just there beside her, encouraging her and cheering her on. He put his trust in her, placing his life in her hands.
Noelle bit her lip, feeling a different kind of emotion toward Charles. She gripped the steering wheel tighter and accelerated again. She noticed several race cars ahead, seemingly waiting for her. She felt a bit surprised.
As Noelle's car finally caught up with them, one car rolled down its window. Upon seeing a woman at the wheel, the driver looked surprised. "Hey, lady, driving a Bentley in a race at this hour? Nice style!"
Noelle pressed her lips together and accelerated. The man also sped up. "Hey, we're racing here. Want to join? There are prizes!" The man with a streak of fiery red hair seemed wild and unrestrained.
Seeing a man in the passenger seat, he asked, "Hey, man. You in?"
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