Chapter 1664


    Before Arabe had set foot in Belloria, she hadn''t even heard of someone named Sean.


    But Ophelia seemed serious when she said, "I''ve heard this Sean guy is bad news. No one dares to


    cross him, and nobody really knows what his deal is."


    Arabe didn''t know either, and she wasn''t exactly fond of the kind of guy who yed women and


    acted like he owned the ce.


    "You know what? You totally knocked the socks off my crew tonight," Ophelia continued. "When you


    first told them that the only things you knew about driving were going forward, reversing, and braking,


    they were scared out of their minds."


    Arabe just smiled softly.


    "And then you said you''d never raced before, but the moment you hit the track, you left everyone''s jaw


    on the floor. Now they''re all bugging me, asking if you''ll join the team. They don''t care if you''re a coach


    or not; they''ve got a ton of questions to ask you."


    Arabe chuckled, "So, are you nning to hire me, Ms. Almond?"


    "I wish I could afford that!" Ophelia quickly said, knowing Arabe had many talents. "I told them that


    even a minute of your time costs a fortune. You should''ve seen their faces—hrious!"


    They bothughed and clinked sses, chatting away while they enjoyed their meal.


    Meanwhile, on the other side of town.


    Steward approached Sean, nervous as a cat and barely daring to breathe.


    Sean sat in a plush armchair in his private club, sipping a drink and gazing out at the shimmering


    swimming pool.


    No one could tell what he was thinking.


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    "Sean." Steward began cautiously, "I''m sorry, but I couldn''t catch up. Her driving was just too fast."


    Sean nced up, his haughty and icy demeanor sending chills down Steward''s spine.


    "Was it her driving that was too fast, or did you not even catch a glimpse of her car? You wouldn''t be


    lying to me, would you?" Sean tossed a pillow at him in irritation.


    Steward stood still, letting the pillow hit him, "By the time I got out there, I didn''t even see a shadow of


    her car. I had some guys check the traffic cams and it turned out that a bunch of them were damaged.


    I''m sorry, Sean. I failed."


    Sean scoffed, swirling his ss of red wine.


    "Sean, I reviewed the race footage. If that pebble wasn’t on the track, or if the race had been just two


    hundred meters longer. you would''ve had it in the bag."


    Sean''s cold gaze swept over him, freezing him in ce.


    Clearly, such constion was not only useless to Sean but also somewhat insulting.


    "Are you asking for a whooping?" Sean asked icily.


    Steward bowed his head, "No, sir. I wouldn''t dare."


    Seeing Sean pour himself another ss of wine, Steward quickly added, "Sean, didn''t that girl tonight


    seem a bit familiar to you?"


    Sean finished his drink and gave his verdict, "She definitely looked punchable."


    Steward cautiously changed the subject, "I meant her features, her face."


    Sean did think there was a slight resemnce between her eyes and his mother''s, but his supposed


    sister had reportedly grown up in a humble home. It seemed unlikely that she''d have such looks and


    presence—probably more in and unrefined.


    Besides, she was the same age as Serena, just eighteen. At that age, she probably hadn''t even gotten


    her driver''s license, let alone touched a steering wheel. It was unlikely for a girl from a modest


    background to learn to drive so quickly, let alone to reach such a skilled level.


    So, he dismissed the thought as quickly as it had appeared.


    His own sister, driving better than him? That was just ridiculous.