Chapter 58: Chapter 58

Chapter 58:

Subsequently, Mayer was handcuffed and escorted away.

Only at this point did the emergency teams rush onto the track to attend to Adelina, who remained trapped in her damaged, smoking car in the middle of the track.

Her face was ghostly white with terror, her body shaking uncontrollably—a pitiful sight indeed.

“Wasn’t you being arrogant just now? Why the silence now?” someone remarked sarcastically at Collin and his group.

The unexpected and embarrassing defeat of Adelina had Collin and the others cowering like cornered mice, unable to muster a comeback.

“Adelina was deliberately blocking Harlee’s way out.

How dare such a sly serpent taint the integrity of this racetrack?”

“Worse, these individuals cheered at Harlee’s struggles.

Filthy creatures, every one of them!” Someone spat at Collin.

“Leave this place!”

Collin, overwhelmed with rage, was breathing hard.

His pride, once intact, now lay crushed beneath the weight of public scorn.

This debacle was all Adelina’s doing! If only she hadn’t entered the race while clearly lacking the necessary skill.

He recalled how he had strained his voice from shouting so passionately before.

One of Collin’s group retorted, “What’s it to you? Staying or leaving is our choice, not yours. You don’t run this place, so why should we heed your words?”

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Just then, a voice stated firmly, “If you’re not going willingly, I’ll have to show you the way out myself.”

Rhys’ chilling voice suddenly cut through the air, heavy with menace.

“Rhys Green!” A hushed gasp echoed faintly.

Collin spun around, his gaze landing on Rhys’ strikingly handsome face.

Rhys’ lips were a firm line, and his deep, obsidian eyes fixed Collin with an intense stare.

His stern demeanor chilled the air.

Rhys, a high-profile tycoon rarely seen outside glossy headlines, was the last person Collin and his group expected to confront them directly.

Rumors had painted Rhys as a distant figure in elite circles. Today, Collin’s group had clearly provoked Rhys, the principal investor of the racetrack.

Crossing Rhys was akin to severing one’s ties with high society.

Panic washed over Collin, his face paling.

“Mr. Green, this is a misunderstanding. I never intended any disrespect. The blame lies with Adelina!”

Collin pointed an accusing finger at Adelina, who was approaching them.

“Her envy drove this whole mess. I was merely caught in her spell!”

“Collin…” Disbelief and hurt flashed across Adelina’s face as tears welled up in her eyes.

“Is this what the George family is known for? Hiding behind a woman to save your own skin?” Rhys’ voice was thick with scorn as he towered imposingly over Collin.

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