Chapter 17
Zack shook his head, disbelieving, “Wait, what? Mr. Y let you pass?”
Others immediately voiced their doubts. “That’s impossible! This was the pinnacle of this race!”
Another person nodded vigorously, “Miss S, you’re joking, right? Mr. Y doesn’t even know you. Why would he let you win!”
Sophia paused, unsure of how to explain it.
The situation on the track had been… delicate. But she felt she was in the best position to understand what had happened.
If she were Mr. Y, there was no way she would have made it that easy for anyone to pass.
When someone’s behind her, trying to overtake, she would block them, not give them an inch
She and Mr. Y had only raced together briefly, but from her observations, his driving skills were more than capable of preventing anyone from passing
But he hadn’t tried to stop her. That’s what struck Sophia as odd.
After she overtook him, he didn’t even try to catch up. He just stopped, as if he’d given up the chase entirely.
If the overtake had been a fluke, fine. But for him to just give up. Sophia couldn’t help but wonder what his motives were.
Just as the room fell silent again, a voice broke the stillness. “Well, I guess I should admit it. Did Flet you win?”
The voice was booming, clear, and laced with a teasing quality that echoed through the quiet underground garage
The white race car that had been competing with the black Bugatti now parked behind is.
The door swung open, and a tall, lean person stepped out
He was still in his white racing suit, his helmet already removed, revealing a face that could stop traffic.
His dark eyes, like polished black jade, were deep and magnetic, with a hint of mischief flickering at the corners.
“Miss S… hmm?” He spoke her name with a languid drawl, his voice low and velvety, as though every word was carefully crafted to stir something deep inside her.
Sophia’s gaze snapped up to meet his, and her breath caught in her throat
His eyes were like dark pools, seemingly endless, drawing her in with an almost tangible pull.
It was as if they were luring her into a whirlpool, a force too strong to resist.
The sensation was unfamiliar, and Sophia’s heart fluttered in a strange, disorienting way. A sense of unease crept up on her aushe furrowed her brow
“It’s.. you?” she whispered, a hint of confusion in her voice.
Sophia recognized him. He was the one she had briefly seen outside the Century Crown Hotel. He had been sitting in his car, giving her a stiff
smile.
That face was unforgettable–so breathtakingly handsome that it could captivate anyone at a glance, yet his awkward smile had made the contrast Even more striking.
was a combination Sophia couldn’t forget.
Tristan seemed slightly surprised that Sophia remembered him. His gaze deepened, and in his law, velvety voice, he murmured softly, “Miss Koscente, it’s good to see you again“–
At that moment, the others standing around them were completely stunned. Their eyes widened as they stared at Tristan, unable to comprehend what was happening
Someone past
gasped, “Mr. Years! You… you’re Mr. Yr
Zack was the first to snap out of his shock. His hands flew to his face, and he let out a sharp, panicked squeal, “Oh my god! The Mr. Y who defeated
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all my racers and made me lose a fortune? It’s— it’s you?”
By the end of his words, his tone had softened noticeably, a hint of respect creeping in. For someone like Zack, that was an extraordinary level of
deference
In their minds, Tristan had always been the epitome of cool detachment–mysterious and untouchable. Now, as Trisian glanced at Zack sight tilt of his head and a playful smile that tugged at the corners of his lips, he asked, “Doesn’t look like me?”
Zack’s heart thudded painfully in his chest.
He quickly covered his face, too overwhelmed to look Tristan in the eye again.
Inside, Zack was screaming at himself. Don’t make eye contact again! If you do, I might just fall for you?
Tristan wasn’t just any ordinary wealthy heir–he was the true kingpin of Virelia’s most prestigious family, the head of the Yeats family.
In fact, he was one of the most powerful men in all of Virelia, with influence across the business world, pulling strings behind the scenes in this country, Perino, and beyond.
Zack and his friends, the so–called trust–fund gangsters of Virelia, were all backed by their prominent families. Tristan, on the other hand, had built his empire on his own. There was no comparison between them, no matter how many huxuries they enjoyed.
Zack and the others had often been told by their elders to compete with Tristan, but it never really sank in until no
They were in awe of this man, who had utterly demolished them in both business and, now–of all things–on the racetrack.
Zack felt a chill run down his spine–not because of the money he had lost, but because the reality of being bested by Tristan on both fronts was Iruly staggering
In the business world, Tristan crushed them
And now, even in a game of their own–something they had assumed was their domain–he had dommated them again.
For the first time, they were forced to confront the undeniable truth that they were leagues apart from someone like him.
These Virelia’s privileged rich kids, once full of swagger and arrogance, now stood humbly in the face of Tristan’s overwhelming success.
Sherry’s eyes darted between Sophia and Tristan, her gaze flickering back and forth with intense curiosity.
Sophia could practically hear Sherry’s gossip antennae whirring to life.
With a sly, teasing tone, Sherry asked, “So.. you know the big boss from the Mr. Yeats family?”
Seeing Sophia’s lack of response, Sherry pressed on. “You’re telling me. Mr. Y, the invincible Mr. Y, actually let your win in that race!”
Finally, she rolled her eyes in exaggerated disbelief, adding, “So, what’s going on between you two, huh?”
Her voice was full of playful morkery, and her teasing was clear—she was enjoying this more than she probably should have.
Sherry’s sudden question sent a wave of embarrassment flooding through Sophia, and she could almost feel goosebumps rising on her skin.
She and Tristan had only exchanged a brief glance earlier–nothing more.
But now, with Sherry making such a provocative joke in front of him, it felt incredibly awkward.
Sophia found herself wishing the ground would just open up and swallow Sherry whole, anything to stop her from talking
She raised her hand and pinched Sherry’s waist, casting a sheepish glance at Tristan, hoping he hadn’t heard or noticed too much.
But of course, the moment her eyes met his, she saw a hint of a strile–or something close to it–curving at the corners of his lips.
His gaze was deep, like ink–black obsidian, absorbing all the light around him. Under the bright lights of the underground garage, his eyes seemed even darker, almost impossibly so.
As soon as he noticed her glance, Tristan straightened, his dark eyes shimmering faimly, like ripples on a still lake disturbed by a soft breeze.
For some reason. Sophia felt a soft, unsettling flutter in her chest, as though something delicate had brushed against her heart,
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She quickly tried to suppress the strange feeling, but despite her efforts, it lingered.
Then, Tristan’s voice, deep and husky, filled the air. He spoke slowly, deliberately, as if he had all the time in the world to respond.
“Miss Roseente and I have met once before. I suppose now we can officially call ourselves acquainted now” said Tristan.
He paused, his eyes softening as he continued. “As for that race…. I respect every opponent, and Miss Boscente’s skill is indeed better than mine. I
got to admit that”
He let the words hang in the air for a moment before his gaze sharpened slightly, a lazy smile curling at the corners of his lips. “It seems, Miss Hoscente, that you’ll have to take responsibility for my deteriorating reputation now”
The entire room fell silent.
Everyone’s jaws dropped in shock.
They stared at Tristan, trying to process what they had just heard.
His words were so
were so ambiguous that it left everyone wondering about
the unspoken i
implications
They all wondered, ‘Did he just indirectly confirmed all the gossip we’ve been speculating about?”
It seemed as though Tristan and Sophia really did share something, something that had been quietly brewing between them.
The racing aliases, “Mr. Y” and “Miss Snow seemed almost like fate had intended for them to be paired together.
Suspicion was rising in the air.
The tension later shifted as everyone began to eagerly speculate about what might come next for the two of them.
Sophia, too, was taken aback by Tristan’s last remark,
She had certainly heard of Tristan before–after all, he was the mysterious, sharp–eyed, untouchable heir to the Yeats Family
But the man standing in front of her now seemed like a different person altogether. He didn’t match the rumors at all.
Especially not his gaze–his eyes, when they met hers, were nothing like what she had imagined.
Sophia’s eyes flickered for a moment, her lips pressing together in thought. After a brief pause, she spoke, her voice steady bun slightly defensive. “How about we race again!”
She thought to herself that a rematch would put an end to all of this. No matter the outcome, she’d be able to clear her conscience and wouldn’t have to take responsibility for his deteriorating reputation‘ anymore.
Tristan raised an eyebrow, his teasing smale never faltering “Miss S, are you trying to avoid taking responsibility for my reputation on the racing track? But, that’s not what I was talking about” He laughed softly, a playful edge to his voice
Sophia was left with no words.
She pressed her lips together tightly,
y and for a sp
a split second, her expression hardened.
She thought to herself, Is it just my imagination, or is Tristan deliberately toying with me now?’
“Ah, there’s no shortage of chances for a rematch,” Zack piped up, grinning from ear to ear. His eyes were mischievous, daring between Tristan and Sophia. Since Mr. Y and Miss 5 now know each other. He paused, his excitement barely contained. To celebrate Miss S’s return from that hellhole and today’s victory, Ive organized a ladle celebration near the Abyss. Mr. Y, you should join us. What do you say?”
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