In a dark corner of the maintenance bay.
Brandon stared grimly at Brianna and Serena, his eyes swirling with dark emotions.
This was the same Brianna who, until recently, would come running the moment he appeared in her line of sight.
Now, she hadn't even spared him a single glance.
He remembered the jeers from his friends just moments ago—
"Mr. Keller, I thought you had the Blackwood family's little princess wrapped around your finger? How come she won't even talk to you?"
"Weren't you bragging about playing some rich girl for a fool? Looks to me like you're the one being played."
"Hahaha! Mr. Keller, you always boast about how you're a master with women. I'm seeing it firsthand today... truly one of a kind!"
Each mocking word was like a slap across his face.
They had completely shattered the carefully crafted persona he had built over the years.
To make matters worse, Lauren was buzzing in his ear, "Brandon, you need to go apologize to Brianna! She likes you so much, she must just be angry right now! If you just say you're sorry, she'll definitely forgive you!"
Brandon's face darkened.
Him, apologize to Brianna?
In his dreams!
What had he done wrong?
From the very beginning, Brianna was the one being unreasonable!
She was just trying to use this to pressure him!
If he backed down even once.
Wouldn't that mean letting Brianna walk all over him?
He would never give her the satisfaction!
But, Lauren was right about one thing—Brianna was crazy about him.
As long as that Serena... didn't corrupt her, Brianna would go back to the way she was before.
Brandon's gaze swept over the maintenance bay, a crazed glint in his eyes.
Ten minutes later.
Under the supervision of an Apex Horizon Speedway official, the maintenance crew completed all standard inspections of the motorcycle.
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He looked at the sleek, silver-and-black "Ghost" parked on the pre-race platform.
A vicious, cruel look crossed Brandon's face.
He pulled a multi-tool, which he always carried for modifying bikes, from his pocket With rough, practiced movements, he pried open a side panel.
Then, he unscrewed a small, palm-sized bottle and poured its contents into the fuel tank.
After emptying the entire bottle.
A triumphant, twisted smile spread across Brandon's face.
Even if Serena was about to face Silver Ghost in a duel she was bound to lose!
He was going to make Serena pay the price for turning Brianna against him. Without that bitch Serena in the picture.
Brianna would go back to being the idiot he could control, his obedient little puppet! The minutes ticked by.
The electrifying music for the Overdrive Challenge blared to life, announcing the official start of this rare event.
Six motorcycles, all cleared by the maintenance crew, were displayed in rotation on the massive screens throughout the speedway.
The six challengers walked to their bikes, mounted them, and drove to the starting line for a pre-race showcase.
Serena approached the Ghost, her hand resting on the handlebars.
At the same time, in the best viewing area high above.
Nathan was so agitated he nearly jumped out of his seat. "Nicholast
Lancaster's fuel tank, and sh doesn't know! We have to tell her!"
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