There, on the opposite platform, stood a tall woman.
She wore a black crop top and cargo pants, her hands resting casually on the railing, revealing a sliver of a pale, almost glowing waistline. The outfit accentuated her long, slender legs.
Her waterfall of dark hair was tied back in a high ponytail, revealing a strikingly beautiful and coolly composed face.
As she turned her head to smile and talk to a girl with pigtails beside her, her eyes danced with a vibrant, captivating charm.
She was so beautiful it was almost impossible to look away.
Adrian's pupils shrank.
Serena...!
It really was her?
What was she doing at Apex Horizon Speedway?
"Adrian!"
Hailey ran towards him, her expression soured, and grabbed his arm. "How could Mr. Foster do that? Hitting someone over nothing... He doesn't act like a gentleman at all!"
She was furious.
She was supposed to be standing in the spotlight, watching Adrian win this race for her, presenting her with a five-million-dollar motorcycle.
She would have been the most envied woman in the entire venue!
But Brian had ruined everything!
Why did that Brian have to be so damn annoying?!
Hailey was so angry she didn't realize her own strength, squeezing Adrian's arm with extreme force.
Adrian's arm, already dislocated from a fall on the last turn, throbbed with a sharp, piercing pain.
Now, with Hailey's grip, the pain intensified, and his face went pale. He couldn't help but let out a muffled grunt.
Hailey, however, seemed oblivious, puffing out her cheeks and complaining, "Isn't Mr. Foster one of the Fosters? Was a five-million-dollar prize really worth fighting you for?"
That was a luxury bike worth five million dollars!
She had been so close to owning it!
Now, there was nothing!
Hailey was seething, feeling as though she had personally lost five million dollars.
She remembered how, when she
first returned to the Wynn famil she had carefully crafted an image of someone who only cared about family and viewed money as dirt."
She had never spent anything close to five million dollars in her life!
Not to mention the current state of the Wynn family, which would be lucky to come up with half a million.
The more Hailey thought about it, the angrier she got, even starting to resent Adrian in her heart.
It was all because he was useless!
He had hyped himself up so much, calling himself a professional racer, yet he
couldn't even win an amateur race like this!
"Hailey."
Adrian looked at her, his expression ashen and frigid.
His eyes were cold as he stared at her.
He raised his other hand, gripped her shoulder, and pushed her away. "Didn't you see that my arm is dislocated?"
Hailey stumbled back a few steps, putting some distance between them.
Only then did she notice Adrian's right arm hanging unnaturally at his side.
Her expression changed slightly, and she quickly tried to explain, “I—I'm sorry, Adrian. I was just so angry..."
"Are you angry that I failed to win you that five-million-dollar prize, or are you angry that I embarrassed
you Adrian cut her off with Ve
laugh.
Hailey's eyes widened, her face freezing for a moment.
She never expected Adrian to so bluntly expose the thoughts she had hidden deep inside.
Her face instantly turned pale.
"Adrian, you... how could you think
that?" Hailey's eyes reddened, and tears welled up. "Of course I'm angry
that that Mr Foster was so out
line!"
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Perhaps it was because of the intense pain in his arm, but the tears that usually
worked so well on him now only made Adrian feel irritated.