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    Just then, Jeffry and Ellis strolled over to join them.


    With genuine admiration, Jeffry gave Elena a nod. “Your driving was top-notch out there.”


    Ellis handed her a tissue to wipe her sweat.


    A grateful smile crossed Elena’s face as she epted it. “Thanks, Ellis.”


    At that moment, Karen appeared on the edge of the group, hesitant but determined. Eyes shining with excitement, she looked at Elena and blurted out, “Um, you’re Olivia, aren’t you?”


    Noticing Elena’s nce, Karen hastily exined, “Please don’t get the wrong idea—I’m a huge fan! I’ve watched all your races, and as soon as you took that corner, I knew it was you.”


    Karen understood that Olivia had kept her real identity hidden from the public, most likely because she disliked exposure. As a fan of Olivia, she was determined to guard Olivia’s identity no matter what. Four fingers shot up in a vow. “I swear, your secret’s safe with me. No one will hear it from me!”


    Elena acknowledged her promise with a nod and started to turn away. Quick as a sh, Karen pulled out a pen, voice trembling. “Could you sign my shirt?”


    The whole scene amused Louis. “Didn’t you just cheer for Malcolm? Shouldn’t you be chasing him for an autograph instead?”


    Karen’s face burned as she nced nervously at Elena, relieved when there was no sign of annoyance. If she had realized that Elena was Olivia, there was no way she would have rooted for Malcolm. She was a loyal member of Olivia’s fan club, after all!


    Karen’s cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. She assumed Elena was going to refuse. But then, without a word, a slender hand reached out, took the pen, and scribbled a signature across her shirt.


    Returning the pen, Elena quirked an eyebrow. “Mind if I head out now?”


    Karen nodded quickly, still blushing. “Yes—go ahead!”


    Hiding her face in her hands, Karen could barely contain her happiness. How had she missed the signs? Elena was so cool. Already, she was bursting to share the news with her friends in the Olivia fan group—she’d just scored her idol’s autograph.


    Fresh off Elena’s win, Louis couldn’t hide his excitement and immediately suggested treating Elena to a celebratory meal.


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    Instead of heading straight home, all four siblings agreed on dinner at an exclusive little restaurant tucked away from the crowds.


    Grinning, Louis dered, “Elena, tonight is your night—get whatever you want! You’ve done more for me than I can repay!”


    A mischievous glint in her eye, Elena wasted no time and ticked off every house specialty on the menu.


    Eyeing the drink list, Louis nearly added a bottle of wine to the order, but a frosty look from Jeffry made him reconsider.


    Just one re from Jeffry sent a clear message: if Louis tried to let their sister drink, he’d be in big trouble when they got home.


    Once their orders were ced, Jeffry and Louis excused themselves for the restroom, leaving the private room quiet and still.


    In the hush that followed, Elena turned to Ellis, her tone suddenly thoughtful. “Ellis, is Charlette the one you want to marry?”


    Eyshes fluttering, Ellis lowered his gaze, the question clearlynding deeper than he wanted to show.


    Outside the window, mist curled around the garden lights, turning the view below into a watercolor blur.


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