Chapter 52:
As Harlee completely disregarded them, Phoebe and Adelina were left seething, their hard-won attention snatched away by Harlee in an instant.
Both internally condemned Harlee as shameless.
Adelina clenched her teeth, wishing she could confront Harlee directly and tear her apart.
âLetâs start,â Harlee said, casting a glance at Adelina and then at Mayer.
âLetâs see if youâve gotten any better,â Harlee said to Mayer, word by word.
Her statement was filled with gravity, her striking eyes radiating intensity.
Such a look was one Mayer would never forget, even in death.
âItâs you! It really is you!â Mayer shouted, his blue eyes reddening as he pointed at Harlee, his hand shaking.
He had never imagined he would face his worst nightmare right here.
His expression contorted with a mixture of rage and fear, starkly different from his previous arrogance.
Mayerâs reaction convinced many spectators that Harlee was indeed the legendary racer who had ruled the racing circuits in Aeroria five years prior.
A surge of admiration rippled through the crowd.
âMayer, didnât you boast about being the strongest? Whatâs wrong? Scared to race now?â
Someone heckled Mayer with a whistle, recalling his earlier disdainful remarks about the people of Multitopia, which had ignited their resentment.
âHe must be terrified.
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He was defeated so badly back then. I heard he even wept and ran back to his mother.
Ha-ha.â
âIf youâre too scared to race, better apologize now.
Donât start complaining later that we bullied you!â
The crowdâs words were much harsher than any of Mayerâs earlier insults.
Their words stung, and Mayer felt utterly humiliated, his face so flushed it seemed it might bleed.
âHarlee! Beat him down!â
âHarlee! Go for it!â
The crowdâs applause for Harlee intensified, resonating in the air.
Adelina and Phoebe scowled, clenching their teeth and stomping their feet in secret, forced to internalize their irritation.
Not a fan of loud settings, Harleeâs brow furrowed slightly, yet she remained composed. She leaned casually against the car door, propping her chin in her hand, and gazed at Mayer with a cool, slightly mischievous look, waiting for his response.
âThink Iâm scared of you? Iâll race you!â Mayer eventually said, his eyes locking on Harlee as he forcefully spat out the challenge.
Harlee responded without a word, merely sliding into her car.
Out of sight, Mayerâs lips twisted into a malicious grin. Today, he was determined to put an end to his ongoing nightmare.
Harlee, Adelina, and Mildred positioned their cars side by side at the starting line.
All was set.
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