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    Malcolm wasn’t alone in this conclusion. The instant Elena demonstrated her iconic maneuver—wless, swift cornering—Karen gasped, her eyes wide in disbelief. It couldn’t be… That was unmistakably Olivia’s signature move! Karen, who had devotedly followed Olivia’s races for years, recognized every detail of her idol’s technique. That maneuver was unmistakable.


    Confusion clouded Karen’s thoughts. Elena was racing Malcolm, and Elena had executed Olivia’s maneuver—which meant Elena was actually…


    Karen’s mind reeled, stunned by the incredible truth she’d identally uncovered.


    Upon concluding that Elena was Olivia, Karen stared at Elena, who had just crossed the finish line in first ce. She shot to her feet, stunned. A whisper left her lips. “Elena is actually my idol…”


    Helmet finally off, Elena stepped out of the race car, every move calm and confident.


    Pulling up right behind her, Malcolm parked and barely paused before springing out of his car. He barely bothered with his own helmet, urgency in every step as he hurried over. “You’re Olivia, aren’t you?” His expression was a mixture of awe and disbelief.


    With a raised brow and a half-smile, Elena let her silence answer for her. The truth hit Malcolm hard—he’d been outyed from the very start. No wonder she hadn’t hesitated to put Wesley’s prized car on the line. She must have known she wouldn’t lose.


    A soft, triumphant smile yed at her lips. “Ready to keep your end of the bargain?”


    The memory of his reckless promise came rushing back. How could he have missed it? Of course, the woman Wesley admired would never be ordinary or easy to handle. A deep wave of regret crashed over him. Nothing filled his mind except the taste of his own mistake.


    Clenching his jaw, Malcolm managed a strained nod. “A deal’s a deal. I won’t back out.”


    Louis, barely able to contain himself, leaped from the stands and bounded toward Elena. Grabbing her by the shoulders, he blurted out, “Elena, that was incredible! Youpletely smoked Malcolm out there!”


    Malcolm let out a few sharp coughs beside them, subtly reminding Louis of his presence. He was standing right there—was Louis really that blind? He’d just been wiped out in front of him, and Louis still wanted to pursue Kiera?


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    Frustration twisted so tightly in Malcolm’s chest that he nearly let out a sharp, bitterugh. Recalling his promise not to oppose Louis and Kiera, he felt another pang of regret.


    With a nudge, Elena signaled Louis to nce at Malcolm.


    Finally noticing Malcolm’s thunderous scowl, Louis realized he might have gotten a little carried away. At the end of the day, Malcolm was still Kiera’s brother—that…


    connection wouldn’t change. He quickly adjusted his demeanor, grinning widely. “Malcolm, you put up a great race, too!”


    Malcolm shot him a look of pure exasperation. Louis somehow managed to test his legendary patience, leaving him fighting the urge to roll his eyes every single time.


    Louis seemed oblivious to Malcolm’s irritation and pressed his luck further. “Remember your promise, Malcolm. Next time I want to see Kiera, don’t tell me she’s napping in the middle of the day.”


    Malcolm really wanted to shut Louis up. No one knew better how to rub it in than Louis did. Still, a deal was a deal, and he was forced to nod, swallowing his exasperation.


    Louis looked positively triumphant, his grin stretching from ear to ear.


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