The woman sitting lazily on the bike lifted her head slightly, her gaze falling on Adrian through her helmet.
Her eyes were as cool as the moon, showing little emotion.
But for some reason, Adrian's heart skipped a beat.
Why did he feel...
That look was a little familiar?
Like he had seen it somewhere before?
Adrian was more desperate than ever to know who this woman riding Ghost was.
What did the face under that silver-and-black helmet look like?
Ghost was one-of-a-kind, the only one in the world, the bike that belonged exclusively to Skye!
It was the ride of the legendary racer-Skye—who had dominated the world of motorcycle racing!
When Skye retired from the circuit...
He had used all his connections but couldn't find a single piece of information about
her.
And now...
Skye's exclusive ride had reappeared!
Did that mean... Skye was also coming back?
At that thought...
Adrian's red, excited eyes stared intently at the woman before him.
Was she... the goddess he had once worshipped?!
The thought made his heart pound and his blood boil.
Almost instinctively, Adrian reached out toward the silver-and-black helmet...
"Who are you? How are you riding Ghost?!"
His action was domineering and rude.
Just as Adrian's hand was about to touch the helmet...
A slender, pale hand clamped down on his wrist.
Under the bright lights, the hand was so fair it almost glowed, momentarily dazing Adrian.
And in that brief moment of distraction...
The woman on the motorcycle, with a move that was both cool and sharp, slammed her other hand down on the bike's body.
Her slender frame leaped into the air.
All Adrian had time to see was a pair of long, slim legs swing over the motorcycle.
*THWACK—*
A searing pain exploded in his chest.
His body arched as he was sent flying backward, slamming hard into some nearby equipment.
And the woman, she landed steadily on her feet, one hand casually
propped on the bike behind hom ne
looking down at Adrian who was now writhing in pain on the ground.
Her voice was cold and flat. "Get lost."
The surrounding area fell into a dead silence for a few seconds.
Everyone stared in disbelief at the woman in the silver-and-black helmet, who looked impossibly cool.
Just... just how much power did she have to kick someone that far?
Then, Brianna started clapping, her cheerful voice breaking the strange silence. "Woo! You're so awesome! That was so cool!"
She had been about to shout "Serena,” but then she remembered Serena's warning not to reveal her identity.
After praising Serena, Brianna turned
to Adrian, her voice dripping with disgust. "Pfft! You arrogant loser, who the hell do you think you are to order my friend around? You think you can just take off her helmet? You think you have the right to question her?! Get lost, you
shameless jerk!"
This guy... was so full of himself.
Who did he think he was, demanding she take off her helmet the moment he walked up?
Crude and stupid!
"You...!"
Adrian clutched his chest, grimacing in pain, his eyes, red as if they were bleeding, glaring at Serena.
Hailey had just run over in time to see her Adrian get sent flying.
She screamed and rushed forward to help him up, shouting at Serena, "You damn racer, do you have any idea who Adrian is? How dare you lay a hand on him? Believe it or not, I can get you disqualified from this, race!
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