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Chapter 1655

Chapter 1655

"No wonder Ms. Almond sent you to save the day – you're like a dark horse!"

"Moments ago, you were playing all humble, claiming you only knew the basics – forward, reverse,

braking. But you drive like a pro!"

"You've been flying under the radar, haven't you?"

"Tonight, we're definitely taking down Kowloon Bay!"

While Arabella's teammates from Light Fleet were cheering for her, Harlan pushed through his

consoling friends and stormed toward them with anger written all over his face. He slapped the hood of

Arabella's car for emphasis.

"Get out." He cried out with his teeth gritted, regardless of his image, his voice laced with barely

contained rage, "You couldn't possibly out-drive me. Tell me the truth – is this car rigged? Turn it off and

get out, I want to check."

Arabella remained seated in the driver's seat. Ready for the next race, she was not willing to waste

time indulging him.

Her Light Fleet crew quickly formed a protective barrier in front of her.

"If you want Bella to step out for a check, you'll have to admit that you've been out-driven," one of them

said. "Then maybe she'll let you take a look."

Harlan was in no mood for chitchat. He was convinced that Arabella must have modified her car or had

insider knowledge of the track's layout. There was no other explanation for how she could beat a

professional racer like him, especially when she had never been seen at any racing event before.

Something was up!

"Our vice-captain is telling you to get out. What are you waiting for?"

"If the car's not modified, what are you afraid of?"

"Let's have a look and see if it's been rigged."

"Get out!"

The members of the opposing team, one by one, started to press her.

Just then, a bold voice rang out from the crowd.

"The vice-captain of Drift Kings can't handle losing? Making a scene over a girl in front of everyone –

isn't that a bit embarrassing?"

Heads turned towards the voice, some with a hint of wariness. Timothy Bynes?

Even Harlan's expression soured. Timothy was the sole heir to the Bynes family – a man not to be

trifled with.

"Mr. Bynes, you might not know this, but this girl, on her first visit to Kowloon Bay, drove like she owned

the track, even outpacing me." Harlan forced a smile, but Timothy cut him off, "Sounds like Mr. Harlan

was simply out-driven."

Harlan's face hardened.

"If you wants to check her car, shouldn’t you negotiate with her and get her consent, instead of banging

on her vehicle and demanding she steps out with a posse. If she's clean, would you be willing to

apologize in front of everyone?"

Arabella glanced over. A young man stood in front of the spectator stands, whose expensive attire

setting him apart from the crowd. Even separated by the protective netting of the racetrack, he still

stood out with an air of evident chivalry. His presence commanded respect.

Mr. Bynes?

She'd never heard the name before.

Harlan, grasping at straws to justify his loss, insisted, "If I've misjudged her, I'll apologize. But only if

she has the guts to step out and let us check!"

Unexpectedly, Arabella cut the engine, put on a black mask, opened the car door, and stepped out.

Timothy hadn't expected the girl to be so slender and so tall. The mysterious allure she had behind the

wheel was nothing compared to the real, close-up impact of her presence.