Unmasking the Heiress

Chapter 50

At the shrill blast of the whistle, a dozen bikes shot off like unleashed beasts, kicking up a storm of dust.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Roslyn's bike picked the worst time to act up, leaving her stranded. She shrugged it off, knowing she could not outpace Jordan anyway. She revved up her cheers and sent a drone to capture the action. The mountain was swarmed with fans, all there to witness the clash of the titans.

The race did not disappoint, delivering heart-pounding thrills, especially from the leaders who drove with wild abandon.

Walter, the dark horse, had surged ahead, overtaking Jordan and leaving Evangeline trailing.

However, Evangeline was not one to give up easily. She made a daring move on a high-speed curve, flirting with the edge of a cliff.

Sparks scattered in a wild dance as Evangeline leaned into the turn, her knees a whisper away from kissing the asphalt. Walter's pulse raced when he saw the reckless display in his rearview mirror. What was she thinking? Was winning worth her life?

With the cliff's edge looming ominously nearby, Walter's concern got the better of him, and he eased off the throttle.

However, Evangeline, finally ahead, nonchalantly flipped him the bird without even glancing back.

Walter was floored by her nerve. She had the gall to flip him off!

With a grim expression, he trailed her, watching as she defied every rule of safe riding, each move more daring than the last.

When had she become such a daredevil on the track?

She was earning his grudging respect, but he could not let her off without a lesson. She needed to learn that some lines should not be crossed.

Evangeline was the center of attention at the finish line, and the crowd buzzed with excitement. Walter dismounted, his face set in stone as he strode forward.

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Evangeline's heart skipped a beat. She did not stick around to watch his defeat. Swiftly, she plopped her helmet onto an unsuspecting girl's head and vanished into. the night. With everyone in racing gear, she blended into the sea of anonymity. The crowd hushed as Walter approached, his presence commanding and aloof. The man was a vision in black, from his short boots to his helmet, his lean waist and shoulders as broad as the ocean, every inch of him radiating coiled strength. He yanked off his helmet and tossed it to Caden.

Caden was beside himself with excitement.

This was going to be quite the show.

The crowd caught a glimpse of his face and fought back screams-it was Walter!

The Gordon family's very own, Mr. Walter Gordon, the heartthrob of Halcyonia!

The girl donning Evangeline's helmet gripped her hands tight, her heart racing. She was there just for the races, a die-hard fan of the heartthrob, but somehow, he was heading straight for her. Oh my god!

She stifled a squeal.

Walter approached and peeled off his gloves. He removed the woman's helmet with a swift move, and his mood darkened instantly.

"Oh my god! Heartthrob, I adore you!" The girl, overwhelmed with emotion, lunged for a hug.