The walls were covered in posters of Juniper from her races, and a video of one of herpetitions was ying on the television. Kurt, one leg in a cast, was hopping around and shouting excitedly, yelling things like "Goddess!" and "Incredible!"


    "Your mother told me you were depressed, that you''d lost your appetite..." Shanley''s voice dripped with ice as he entered. "But from the look of you, you could probably take down a bear."


    "Shanley!" Kurt immediately muted the TV. When he turned and saw the girl beside his cousin, he started screaming again. "Aaaah!"


    Juniper frowned in annoyance.


    "Quiet!" Shanley snapped, helping Juniper to a seat. "Have you forgotten your manners?"


    "Yes, sir." Kurt immediately sat down straight, his eyes glued to Juniper. Ever since he found out his future cousin-inw was the Racing Goddess, he''d been smiling in his sleep. It was a shame his injury had prevented him from meeting her sooner.


    "Say hello," Shanley prompted.


    "Miss... Race..." Kurt stammered, his tongue feeling tied. After a moment''s thought, he settled on a more respectful term. "Hello, my dear cousin-inw."


    Shanley''s expression softened slightly.


    Juniper pursed her lips but didn''t object.


    "You''re recovering well," she said after a brief examination, before outlining the next steps for his rehabilitation. "With Melvin in the racing association as well, you should be happy to join."


    "Whatever you say," Kurt agreed readily.


    "Just focus on getting better. If you have any questions about racing, you can ask me."


    "Thank you!" Kurt nodded, grinning so wide his mouth nearly reached his ears.


    "By the way—" Kurt turned to Shanley, his expression pleading. "Are you still good for your promise?"


    "Of course," Shanley said, crossing his long legs with an air of rxed elegance. "The bike you want is out of stock. The waitlist is two years. Can you wait that long?"


    "What bike?" Juniper asked curiously.


    "A Dodge Tomahawk," Kurt answered immediately,unching into a gushing description of the famous motorcycle. The standard version cost a fortune, and his cousin had promised him the high-end model, which cost millions. The only problem was the long wait.


    "Oh, that one," Juniper said, a brow cocked. "That bike is..."


    "Have you seen one, Juniper? Isn''t it amazing?" Kurt asked excitedly.


    "Not really," Juniper replied with a slight smirk. "It''s just okay. If you don''t mind a hand-me-down, I have a slightly better one. Bought it a while back, but it''s just been sitting in the garage. Haven''t had time to touch it."


    "What kind of bike is it?" Kurt asked, craning his neck.


    "An Ecosse Spirit ES1," Juniper stated calmly.


    The name left not only Kurt speechless but also stunned Shanley, who knew little about motorcycles.


    The Ecosse Spirit ES1! It was one of the top three most expensive superbikes in the world, with a price tag exceeding twenty million dors. Its performance and design were so advanced it was said to make the rider feet like they were inauter space. People called at the bike built exclusively for billionaires.


    Kurt''s mouth hung open, no sounding out. He waspletely floored.


    P.n


    Shanley just stared at the young woman beside him, his expression grave. She was offering to give away a bike worth over twenty million dor without even batting an eye. Just how rich was his girl? Could


    be even wealthier than him? wonder she told him he feeded to work hard to earn the right to marry her.


    A sense of crisis washed over the old man.