Brianna closed her eyes.
The young woman, who had always been so carefully protected by her family due to her health, matured in that single instant.
She took a deep breath.
Her heart was finally calm.
When she opened her eyes again.
Her gaze met Serena's bright and exquisite face. Her clear, bright eyes were filled with a gentle, warm concern as she looked at her.
As their eyes met.
A smile touched Serena's features, making her picturesque face exceptionally soft.
Brianna blinked and smiled back.
Serena reached out, took Brianna's hand, and pulled her close.
Then, she cast a lazy glance at the two who were at each other's throats, her voice cool. "If you want to argue, go do it while kneeling on the racetrack. By the time you're done... the police should be here."
Brandon's voice stopped abruptly. "What police?"
Serena's lips curved. "You know what you did."
Brandon's expression shifted, but he tried his best to feign composure. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"You don't?" Serena's eyes narrowed slightly. "Do I need to remind you what you did to the Ghost?"
Brandon's heart hammered in his chest.
He couldn't believe... Serena knew?
How could she possibly know?
His breathing grew ragged. "I... I didn't do anything! If I had done something to the Ghost, how could you have possibly won this race?!"
He clung to a sliver of hope.
He was a hundred percent certain he had avoided all the security cameras. There was no way anyone could have seen him.
"It's fine if you don't admit it."
Serena took Brianna's hand and walked directly to the control console nearby. "Move," she said.
The staff member hesitated. "Well..."
"Let her do whatever she wants! Can't you see who you're dealing with?" Brian shoved the staff member aside.
Nicholas stood with one hand in his
17.
pocket, his tall frame unmoving as he watched the slender girl at the main.console. His stunning, deep-sereyes were fixed on
take responsibility for any
consequences."
With both Mr. Foster, one of the founders of Apex Horizon Speedway, and Nicholas,
the prince of Vaelion City, giving the order.
How could the staff member dare to object?
Under the watchful eyes of the entire crowd.
Serena sat down at the main computer, her fingers landing on the keyboard.
Her ten fingers flew.
Her slender fingers moved so fast across the keyboard they were just a blur.
Ten seconds.
The camera feed fixed on the finish line area suddenly switched.
On all the screens, a clear security video began to play.
The footage clearly showed the entire process of Brandon sneaking into the maintenance area, using a tool to damage the Ghost's side panel, and pouring some kind of liquid into the fuel tank.
Brandon's mind went blank, and his legs gave out from under him. "This... this is impossible!"
He had avoided all the cameras!
How could he have been recorded?
"Brandon, the Ghost is valued at..... over a hundred million dollars," Serena said, looking down at himè with a smile. "Intentional destruction of property valued at one hundred million dollars, and... attempted murder. Tell me. With all these charges combined, how many years do you think you'll get?"
Brandon's face was ashen, and he trembled uncontrollably.
A hundred million...
Murder...
If he was really convicted of that.
He... wouldn't he rot in jail for the rest of his life?!
It's over! It's all over!
He scrambled over to Brianna's feet, weeping and begging for
forgiveness: "Brianna, I was wrong! know I was wrong! Please, let me go. For the sake of what we used to have, help me! I can't go to jail! can't!"