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    Elena pressed her lips together and pushed against his shoulders, creating some space between them. She settled onto the couch, her face expressionless, and said coolly, “There was no need to remove your mask. My only reason for joining this race was to settle our unfinishedpetition from three years ago.” With that, she turned away from him and walked off, leaving without a trace of emotion on her face.


    Wesley looked at his hand. Her waist was so slender he could nearly encircle itpletely with one hand, but on the racetrack, she radiated an undeniable presence. A small smile curved Wesley’s lips.


    The moment Elena stepped out of Wesley’s lounge, she unexpectedly crossed paths with Karen and Elyse.


    Karen’s eyes lit up with enthusiasm, resembling an awestruck admirer. “Olivia, I’ve followed you for years! Could you sign an autograph for me?” She eagerly extended a photograph.


    Elena’s gaze dropped to the image—it was a picture of her mid-turn during the race. It surprised her that Karen had already printed it.


    Elena remained still, yet Karen wasn’t discouraged. Instead, her eyes shimmered with excitement.


    “Olivia, your performance was incredible! I came today just to support you. I’ve watched all yourpetitions, and when you disappearedst year, I lost interest in racing altogether! Please, can you sign this with a special message? I admire you so much!”


    Hands sped together, Karen couldn’t stop showering praise.


    Elena was momentarily speechless. This woman seemed to have two sides. Not long ago, she had been acting high and mighty, insisting that Elena be thrown out. And now, she was pleading for an autograph?


    If Karen knew that Olivia was the very Elena she despised, what kind of expression would she make?


    Elena arched a brow. “You want me to sign this?”


    Karen nodded eagerly, unable to contain her delight. “Yes! Absolutely! I’ll cherish it forever. Olivia, please sign it for me!” In truth, she nned to unt it to other fans.


    Karen was so thrilled she failed to notice anything odd.


    The moment Elena spoke, Elyse, who had been standing nearby, suddenly snapped to attention.


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    Elyse had no interest in racing. She didn’t care about Olivia either. If Karen hadn’t dragged her here to collect an autograph, she wouldn’t have bothered attending. Her mind was elsewhere, searching the crowd for Wesley. He had been missing since the event began. Had he already left?


    Lost in her thoughts, Elyse barely registered the conversation—until she caught the sound of Elena’s voice. She immediately lifted her head. A quick nce around showed no sign of Elena. Had she imagined it? Then the masked woman in front of her spoke again. “Sure.”


    The familiar,posed tone made Elyse freeze. Was Olivia actually Elena? That couldn’t be right.


    Even though she wasn’t a racing fan, Elyse was well aware of Olivia’s unmatched skill. Elena, that backwater nobody, had only gotten lucky with a few trendy jewelry designs. The designmunity exaggerated her talent. Elyse had never thought much of her.


    Motorsports weren’t something a clueless outsider could just pick up. Elena had probably never even touched a race car. Those vehicles were ridiculously expensive, and someone from a struggling ce like Foiclens wouldn’t have the means to afford one. Elyse’s gaze flickered toward the VIP section, but Elena and her friend were nowhere to be seen. They must have left.


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