Pursuing Her

The twelve race cars disappeared from the crowd’s sight in a flash. It would generally take forty minutes to complete the track, so the first person would only return after forty minutes.

“Who do you think will win today? Does anyone want to take a bet?” someone suggested, finding it pointless to just wait there.

“I’m betting on my goddess. I’ll support her even if she loses.”

“Me, too! I’m betting on her as well.”

“As much as I love my goddess, I can’t bear to waste my money. I’m going to bet on Lily. After all, she was once a world champion.”

Racing was a sport that tested a driver’s skills; looks and brains did not contribute much.

“Bring it on! I’m betting ten thousand on my goddess,” said someone. He only wanted to support Sophie. “Come on, guys! Anyone else?”

The crowd’s comments ticked Ysabelle off. How could they say that? Sophie’s incredible, too!

“I’ll bet a million on Sophie,” declared Ysabelle proudly. She believed they had to appear confident, at the very least.

Lily’s subordinates could not help but scoff when they heard Ysabelle betting on Sophie to win.

“Two million on Lily.” They may hesitate if it was another type of competition, but they had nothing to fear when it came to racing.

Lily’s subordinates knew their leader was truly talented in racing. She would definitely beat Sophie.

“You-” Ysabelle was vexed by the group of women. To her, they were as annoying as their boss, Lily.

Fortunately, Felix tugged at Ysabelle’s arm before she could say anything. “That’s enough. It’s not worth getting mad at them. Just sit here and watch.”

“But I’m angry. They’re clearly bullying Sophie!” Ysabelle huffed. That was something she would never allow.

“Relax. There’s no telling who’s the one getting bullied yet,” said Felix. After all, Sophie was a capable person.

not have seen Sophie race before, but they had to believe in

period,” said Ysabelle as she understood the pain of going through menstruation.

has to go for

sped off, so it was

glance at Tristan, amazed by

you really not worried, Uncle

in Sophie. In fact, he would always support her in whatever

“Oh.”

to say next, Ysabelle quietly moved to the side. There was nothing

increasing the speed of her car whose performance was comparable

was using her own car, which meant she

hand, was using this race car for

of the mountain, which was not ideal for race

would usually slow down at that point to gain better control

sort. She spun the steering wheel swiftly with one hand while tapping rhythmically

other participants behind her

they did not think one could possibly pull that off. That

rearview mirror, her lips curled into a wicked smile.

that the latter always did better. From Lily’s point

car to take over Lily’s. Regardless, Lily could not be bothered to catch

her take the lead. I’ve already prepared everything;

frown marred Sophie’s forehead when she realized Lily was not catching up with her. Is Lily up

The latter was a ridiculously despicable person, and it

poured gasoline on a spot about one

the smell from afar, and

the situation drove past the track without initiating the traction control system, the

turned on