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    Being the only son of the Griffiths, Darren was given nothing but the best; his meals often surpassed those found in top-tier restaurants in both taste and nutritional bnce.


    Before Elena could clear up the misunderstanding, Jolie beckoned her with a warm smile. “Elena,e join us for breakfast. I’ve prepared a few extra dishes just for you.”


    Tempted to exin, Elena caught the sincere concern in Jolie’s eyes and decided against it, choosing instead to embrace the heartfelt gesture.


    As they settled at the table, Alexander broached another topic with a thoughtful expression. “Elena, with the Leopardex project nearingpletion, what are your ns moving forward? I have a few startups in my portfolio. Feel free to choose any one of them,” he offered generously.


    The Harper family showed love in a straightforward way—throughvish disys of wealth or by handing out business opportunities.


    Elena dabbed at her lips with a napkin before politely declining. “Thank you, Dad. I have a few matters to attend to for now, so I’ll hold off on joining anypany.”


    She recalled a conversation from the day before when Lydia had mentioned King’s participation in the uing race at Redcliff Mountain.


    It had been three years since theirst encounter at the race ended inconclusively.


    Now, with King’s return, the stage was set for them to finally resolve their longstanding rivalry.


    In the secrecy of an underground parking lot, Elena nned a rendezvous with Lydia.


    With a flick of her wrist, Lydia pulled back the dusty white cover that had long shrouded a forgotten race car.


    She couldn’t suppress a whistle, her eyes sparkling with unbridled excitement. “Atst, Brunhilde will be free from this dusty tomb. Elena, it’s time to remind those rookies what a true champion looks like!”


    Brunhilde, a masterpiece of engineering, was a sleek, silver marvel that Elena had painstakingly modified herself.


    When unleashed on the racetrack, it moved with a grace that belied its formidable power, like a swift silveret streaking across the night sky.


    Elena’s life over the past year had been a relentless quest, overshadowing her passions as she searched for her missing mentor. This pursuit had left Brunhilde untouched and silent in the garage for far too long.


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    Lydia, having witnessed Elena’s formidable skill on the track, knew the spectacle would be breathtaking.


    In the world of racing, legends whispered of two enigmatic figures: Xavier, a relentless daredevil, and Olivia, a racer whose record had remained unblemished since her very first race.


    Elena was that very Olivia, her identity hidden in the shadows just like her counterpart’s.


    Running her hand gently over Brunhilde’s cool metallic surface, Elena’s expression was stoic, yet her eyes betrayed a flicker of nostalgia. “It’s been a long time since I’ve felt the rush of the race. There are no guarantees in aeback.”


    Lydia, buoyed by unwavering faith in Elena, replied with fiery conviction, “You won’t lose, Elena. And when you triumph this time, maybe you’ll finally unveil the face behind the enigmatic Xavier.”


    In racing, the victor had the unusual privilege of demanding the defeated reveal their identity by removing their helmet.


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