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Beau’s voice barely registered in the chaos, but Niamh scoffed dismissively. Harvey didn’t take his son’s words seriously either.
Beau stared at Luna’s back, blinking in disbelief. This had to be a mistake! Confusing Luna with his attention- seeking mother? That was an insult to Lunal
As soon as Niamh announced her challenge, a group of young elites crowded around Luna, each eager to offer their own bike.
“Luna, ride mine!”
“Luna, take my bike!”
Elara recognized every single one of them. If she removed her helmet, their enthusiasm would evaporate in ani instant.
These guys were a part of Niamh’s closest circle. When Elara returned to the Jones family at 18, they had all been openly hostile toward her.
Later, they should have at least shown her some basic respect for his sake when she married Harvey. But Harvey’s attitude toward her had set the tone–if he didn’t care, neither did they..
Niamh then rolled out her prized motorcycle, her fingers tightening around the handlebars. Watching called friends fawn over Luna, her eyes darkened with resentment.
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Even so, she wasn’t worried. Niamh had full confidence in her riding skills–after all, she was a well–known biker. Luna, on the other hand, was riding an unfamiliar bike borrowed from someone else. That alone gave Niamh an edge.
Lifting her
gaze toward the spectator stands, Niamh caught sight of a girl signaling to her. She nodded in acknowledgment, and the corners of her lips curled into a triumphant smirk.
Ten minutes. That was all it would take to bring Luna crashing down from her pedestal.
Through the sea of people, Elara caught sight of Theodore approaching, flanked by his men. They were pushing a modified motorcycle toward her.
Theodore glanced at the sleek black machine, then turned to her and said, “Use this.”
ed on the side. Her
Elara stepped closer, her breath hitching slightly as she noticed a crescent moon design painted on heart skipped a beat.
Was this bike… custom–built for her?
She quickly shook off the thought, forcing herself to remain rational. Pushing aside any self–indulgent assumptions, she simply looked at Theodore and said, “Thank you.”
“We’ll split the winnings–30% for me, and 70% for you.
Theodore chuckled. “If you win, that’ll be the best reward for both me and this bike.”
He patted the seat gently and told Elara, “I named it Moonchaser.”
The old Moonchaser Racing Club was long gone. In his free time, Theodore had personally built this heavy motorcycle from scratch..
He had once sat on the ground, meticulously carving the shape of the moon onto its body, stroke by stroke.
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At the time, Theodore had assumed this bike would be dooped to collect dust in his garage, never seeing the light
of day.
Yet now, he had brought the moon out of the shadows, allowing the world to see just how bright it truly was. wave of emotion surged in Elara’s throat. It was hot and overwhelming
She mounted the bike, lining up at the starting line alongside Niamh. Meanwhile, Beau eagerly sprinted to the spectator area, standing beside Harvey.
“Daddy, who do you think will win–Niamh or
Luna?”
Harvey didn’t answer his question.
Beau was unfazed, and he mumbled to himself, “I hope both of them win.”
Before he could say more, the starting horn blared, drowning out his voice. Elara and Niamh gunned their engines, launching off the starting line!
Their ivi duel was a pure speed race. The track at Mount Clockwork measured 2.2 miles per lap, and the winner would be decided after three laps.
Niamh took an early lead at the start, relying on her familiarity with the course. She had been racing on this track for the past two to three years, whereas Flara was riding it for the first time.
To make matters worse, Niamh was using the same bike she always rode, while Elara had to adjust to Moonchaser in real–time, learning its quirks as she raced.
Niamh smirked triumphantly and even glanced at her rearview mirror to check on Elara.
