Chapter 15
To Chloe, Miss 5 was nothing more than a flashy showpiece–a racer for entertainment, with no real substance. Someone like that haid no right to be Ethan’s mise. Now, seeing how far Miss S had seemingly fallen, Chloe felt vindicated. Finally, Ethan will see her for what she is!
Sarished Chloe glanced at Ethan, who seemed suddenly shaken out of his thoughts.
Yes. Ethan frowned, realizing how distracted he had been.
He had come to watch his Miss 5 make her big return, but instead, his attention had been glued to Sophia’s car
Forcing himself to refocus, he began scanning the screen for signs of Miss 5.
But no matter how hard he looked, the Miss & he idolized–her confident, commanding presence–was nowhere to be found.
The event’s commentator broke through Ethan’s spiraling thoughts. “Leading the race is still Mr. Y! But Miss 5 isn’t giving up. She’s right on his tail, waiting for the perfect moment to overtake!
“This is the ultimate showdown–the legend of three years ago versus the current king of the track! Who will chim victory in this clash of titans?”
The commentator’s voice grew louder and more animated as adrenaline peaked. “Now, we’re heading into the final and most decisive stretch of the race!
“Will Miss & pull off a stunning comeback at the last second?”
The crowd roared in response, their excitement fueling the commentator’s enthusiasm.
His words reverberated in Ethan’s mind, each phrase hammering in the same devastating conclusion.
Ethan felt as if the commentator’s voice had pressed a replay button in his mind, looping endlessly.
The black Bugatti… belonged to Miss 5.
And Sophia was in the black Bupati
The commentator couldn’t be wrong–they’d know exactly who was racing
If they were calling the driver of the black Bugatti “Miss S…
That could only mean one thing. Sophia was Miss S.
“No.” he muttered to himself, shaking his head violently. It can’t be her.. It can’t be
“Absolutely notHis mind raced, clinging to denial. “Sophia doesn’t deserve to be Miss 5. She can’t be
Ethant’s thoughts were a tangled mess, crashing over one another like waves in a storm.
Still one fragile thread of hope kept him standing he needed to see for himself. Until he confirmed with his own eyes that Sophia was the one driving that car all along, he wouldn’t accept i
The commentator’s voice cut through his haze again, bursting with energy. “Mr. Y and Mix S are now entering the final stretch–the infamous 5- Curve Death Track! This is Miss S’s last chance to turn the tide!”
