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After the lawyer posted the video, he let out a sigh of relief, “Mr. Fisher, I’ve uploaded Niamh’s apology video.” He refreshed Niamh’s social feed and immediately saw that Harvey was the first to like the post. Harvey turned his phone screen toward Elara, showing her Niamh’s post
Without waiting for him to speak, Elara exited the stopwatch app on her phone. She didn’t need any further prompting, and she signed her name on the statement of leniency.
Handing the document over to the police, she smiled at Harvey and said, “Let’s hope she collects 999 likes soon.”
Harvey was about to say something, but Elara spoke again. I’m still looking forward to seeing Niamh take the stage at the exhibition race with Vincent and the team. The real show–where you and Niamh will lose all credibility–has yet to begin.”
He looked down at her with eyes filled with contempt as he scoffed. “So, you know Vincent.”
His gaze shifted to Lesley, radiating hostility. There was no way Elara could understand racing on her own. Lesley must have told her about how he had lured Moonchaser Racing Club’s entire engineering team to train Niamh
Elara then turned to the two officers. “Officers, could you kindly escort Mr. Fisher out? As his ex–wife, I have no interest in seeing him anywhere near me.”
The police had no intention of letting Harvey stir up more trouble.
“Mr. Fisher, let’s go.
“Ms. Jones, thank you for signing the statement. We won’t take up any more of your time.”
Elara’s voice was calm as she said, “Signing the statement doesn’t mean I forgive her, just like Niamh’s apologizing twice doesn’t mean she actually regrets anything.”
She smiled at Harvey and added, “See you at the race.”
Her expression was light and unbothered, yet it sent a strange wave of unease through Harvey,
That look it was just like the one she used to have when she planned surprises for him. But they were divorced.
What kind of “surprise” could she possibly have in store for him now?
With an hour left until the opening exhibition of the International Racing Championship, the stands were already packed.
The wealthy young men who usually socialized with Niamh gradually filled the VIP seating. Glancing around, one of them remarked, “Why does it feel like most of the audience today is female?”
Another scoffed, “They’re just here for the hype. Probably don’t know a thing about racing, but they’re spending their boyfriends‘ money just to take pictures for social media.”
As they settled into their seats, one of them said excitedly, “I’m really looking forward to Niamh’s performance! I heard Harvey spent a fortune recruiting Moonchaser Racing Club’s engineers and mechanics. Judging by Niamh’s confidence, she seems convinced she can place in the exhibition race.”
Another chimed in, “If Niamh actually finishes in the top three–or even the top five–I’ll unblock her contact!”
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Meanwhile, in other sections of the stands, reporters were interviewing spectators with microphones in hand.
“Who’s your favorite driver?”
“Laina! She’s my all–time favorite!”
A group of elderly women eagerly pushed forward to the live broadcast camera.
“We came all this way just for Luna! When we heard she’d be racing in the exhibition, I flew in from Auston just to see her!”
se in the racing world inspired me to get my driver’s license. I even drove here all the way from Jesland
“Luna’s just to watch the race!”
Holding the microphone, the female reporter Faye turned to the camera and said, “Statistics show that the year Luna became Eucon’s top female racer, there was a significant increase in the number of women registering for driving licenses in all the cities across the nation.
“The following year, the number of women obtaining racing licenses increased fivefold!”
“After five years, Luna is making her comeback on the Capitol circuit. Fans from all over the country have gathered here to cheer for her. Let’s look forward to Luna’s return to the track!”
“Make way! Make way!” A large
work area.
suddenly flooded into the International Racing Championship’s internal
They carried glaring floodlights and massive fill lights, some lugging cameras and tripods over their shoulders. The sheer size of the entourage forced other staff members to step aside as they passed. Meanwhile, Niamh stood surrounded at the center of it all.
A photographer crouched down, constantly adjusting angles while snapping shots of her. Niamh wore a heavy racing suit, but she had stripped off the top half to tie it around her waist, revealing her curves under a tight- fitting athletic jacket.
She sported a Ferrari–logo baseball cap and dramatic smokey eye makeup. Walking up to the International Racing Championship’s promotional backdrop, she ran a hand through her hair, struck a pose, and let the flashing lights bathe her in a dazzling glow.
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