Bailey and Artemis make a great couple. A f*cking match made in heaven! Do they know that their joy is built upon my misery? Bailey looks so much like Mother, and she has become so outstanding lately. If someone were to publicize their photos side by side, it would catch the attention of the whole world. By then...

Zoey could not bring herself to imagine how things would turn out if that were to happen.

All she knew was that if the world found out that Bailey was the true heiress of the Shurmer family, she would lose everything that she ever knew.

Zoey was already used to living a wealthy lifestyle.

She had grown accustomed to being the spoilt daughter born with a silver spoon in her mouth.

How could she survive a poverty-stricken life?

Bailey had to be taken out of the picture.

The more outstanding she was, the more necessary it was to get rid of her.

Back then, perhaps she could still reside peacefully in Lostaria and pretended as if nothing had happened. However, things had changed.

So many people from around the world know Mother and have seen her. The moment they realize it, people will surely know the resemblance between Mother and Bailey. Plus, if the media adds fuel to the fire, the entire world will find out that I'm an imposter.

In the meantime, the security system at the race had gone down. The multitude of fans charged toward the race tracks.

“Adhira! Can I have an autograph?”

“Adhira! Can I take a photo with you?”

“Adhira! I have some questions regarding racing that I would like to ask you! Would you mind answering them?”

Seeing the crowd coming at her from all sides, Bailey rubbed her temples in annoyance, feeling the impending headache coming.

If they got caught up in the middle of the crowd, they would most likely not be able to go anywhere else that day.

“What now?” she asked the man beside her.

Artemis scanned the surroundings quickly before raising his arm and pointing at the office building to their southeast.

“Didn't you say that the main controller is in that building? Let's use running away from the crowd as an excuse to enter and investigate. I would like to know who wants you dead so badly.”

Bailey arched an eyebrow. “How are we getting there?”

Artemis did not reply. Instead, he grabbed her arm and pulled her along with him as he sprinted toward the number five race car.

In one swift motion, he pushed her into the passenger seat while he slipped behind the wheel.

Then, the car sped off like an arrow in the wind.

The corners of Bailey's lips curled into a smile.

Artemis' racing skills were not inferior to hers.

If he were to compete, he might even win against her. If that were the case, she would not be as well-known as she was.

“Woah! Mr. Luther knows how to race too!”

“Check out his technique. He's no worse than his girl.”

“Mr. Luther sure is low-key. How could he not show off his skills? If he were to compete with those skills, Adhira might have competition.”

“Hey! Mr. Luther! I want an autograph!”

“And I want a photo!”

What does it feel like to have countless people chasing after you? Astonishing and terrifying at the same time. Like right now.

Bailey could not help but breathe out a sigh of relief as she clapped her forehead. “Thank heavens we got out of there quick. Otherwise, it'd be a huge pain in the ass if we were to be surrounded by such a huge crowd.”

Artemis broke into a smile. With the horsepower of the race car, the two reached the front of the office building within a minute.

The building was at the deepest end of the racing area and was quite a distance away from the race tracks. It was impossible for the crowd to reach them so quickly.

Getting out of the car, Bailey let out a small laugh. “Look at me, fleeing from crazy fans and getting myself all disheveled. The main reason I've been low-key for so many years is that I don't want people to look at me like a monkey in a zoo. Can't believe that I still got caught up in all of this in the end.”

Walking over to the other side of the car, Artemis pulled her up the steps.

They were immediately greeted by a few security guards. Each one of them was holding a piece of paper and a pen in their hands. It seemed as though they had been expecting Bailey's arrival and were prepared to stop her by the entrance.

“Adhira, I'm a huge fan. I watch every single tournament that you have raced in on television. I—”

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