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Chapter 1652

Chapter 1652

The roar of the crowd was relentless, with most of the cheers echoing the name "Harlan," the

hometown hero and a celebrated racer who had competed in plenty of races and earned his stripes as

the deputy captain of the Drift Devils.

But Arabella, not a single spectator seemed to know her. Only a scant few voices chanted, "Come on,

Light Fleet!!"

Candice tried to keep the spirits up, "We've got to trust Ms. Almond's judgment, and have faith in

Bella!"

Mignon wanted to say that she really worried Arabella might get hurt. She knew all too well that Harlan

would stop at nothing to win.

"I'll just go remind Bella to be careful of Harlan," Mignon quickly trotted over to Arabella.

Arabella replied with calmness, "Don't worry about it."

Meanwhile, Timothy Bynes received a tip that the mysterious girl who had caused a scene last night

was spotted at Kowloon Bay, evidently drawn to the excitement of the night's car race.

Her unconventional ways extended even to her hobbies. Timothy raced to the venue, scouring the

stands, unable to replace the girl with the black mask, no one whose eyes resembled hers.

"Mr. Bynes, no sign of her."

"I can't replace her over here either."

"Maybe she hit the restroom?"

"With only two cars in the race tonight, maybe she left early? Not enough action?"

"Mr. Bynes, we've combed through the stands and there's no sign of that lady."

Anxiety gripped Timothy, "Who was it that said they saw her at Kowloon Bay? Bring them to me."

Soon, one of his men approached, "Mr. Bynes, it's my day off, and I was just here to enjoy the race

when I saw someone who looked like her getting into a red sports car."

"Why didn't you say so earlier?" Timothy snapped, annoyed at the fruitless search.

"I was about to tell you on the phone when you hung up," the man felt equally aggrieved.

"Where's the red race car?"

Before Timothy could finish, one of his men pointed towards the starting line, "Mr. Bynes, could it be

that one?"

In the red sports car, a girl sat at the wheel, her window already rolled up, headlights on, but even

through the windshield, Timothy could still make out her features.

Despite the distance, he could feel her cool, noble aura. It was the same feeling that had hit him the

night before.

Her hair was up in the same bun, and without the mask, her face seemed quite pretty.

Timothy was mesmerized; the overall beauty of her face took him by surprise. Last night, he had

thought that even if her face was ordinary beneath the mask, he was keen to meet her.

Now, he was utterly smitten. The crowd in front was thick, and Timothy could only stand on the steps,

watching her from afar.

Which team was she with?

"Which teams are facing off tonight?" Timothy asked one of his men.