“Rumor has it Moonshadow’s racing today.


    Can’t wait to see him in action.


    Wish I could snag his number after the race.


    He seems Like my kind of guy!”


    The voice belonged to Sadie, and it made Hannah frown unconsciously.


    “Why not ask your brother? Despite his shares not being in the same league as the Mitchell family’s, obtaining a racing driver’s contact information is rather simple,” Eliana suggested, smiling warmly at Den.


    “Den, any racer you’re rooting for?”


    Den appeared indifferent.


    “Doesn’t matter to me.


    Though I heard a once top-ranked yer is making aeback today.


    ”


    “That’s just a publicity stunt…” one of Den’s friends began, only to stop abruptly, eyes widening.


    “Den, isn’t that your…


    What’s she doing here?”


    The moment the words left his lips, he nced at Den’s face and felt a twinge of regret.


    Hannah looked different.


    Her hair was up in a high ponytail, and her sses were swapped for subtle makeup.


    She wore a simple white tee and low-rise jeans that exposed her slim, smooth waist.


    She tipped her head back, gripping the beer bottle with her teeth, exuding the effortless cool of a ‘90s icon.


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    Eliana’s eyes darted toward Den and caught a glimmer of surprise and admiration in his gaze.Content rights belong to N?velDrama.Org.


    She clenched her Lips and etched a deep scratch into her palm with her fingernail.


    Quick to mask his emotions, Den directed a scowl at Hannah.


    “You shouldn’t be here.


    ”


    Lydia chuckled at his words and tossed her eyes dismissively.


    “If both the home wrecker and the jerk are allowed, it’s clear the standards here aren’t lofty.


    Why shouldn’t regr folkse in for some fun?”


    Eliana’s face shifted subtly before she replied calmly, “You’ve got it wrong, Miss Phillips.


    Den’s running the East Coast Racing event.


    My curiosity about the sport brought me here.


    I just didn’t anticipate Miss Moore tagging along so closely…”


    She turned to Hannah, feigningpassion.


    “Love can’t be forced.


    Since you and Den are divorced, you might consider forgoing these desperate attempts to recapture his interest.


    ”


    Her words were slick, well-crafted to portray her as if she were Den’smitted partner, implicitly painting Hannah as shamelessly persistent.


    The crowd, mostly celebrities who had followed the story between Den, Hannah, and Eliana, was well aware of Den’s historical fondness for Eliana and his reluctance to acknowledge Hannah.