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Klein hesitated to ask more: Yvette''s identity was far more prestigious than he had imagined.
Noticing Klein''s stunned silence, Adrian recognized it as a normal reaction, Adrian had felt the same bewilderment when he first started in theb.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org: ?.
Adrian had initially apanied Yvette during her experiment but she soon became unwilling to continue mentoring them, citing ack of time. It was clear to everyone that Yvette thought they were too inept to pursue further guidance.
Eight years ago, in their twenties, they couldn''t understand how someone younger than them, like Yvette, could surpass. them. The harsh realities of life taught them undeniable lessons about individual disparities.
Adrianforted Klein, saying, "Don''t overthink it. The fact that you''re one of the eight interns means you made a positive. impression on Yvette.
“After our cohort of twenty, she didn''t take on anyone else. Just me and another guy remained. Your chance to work with Yvette makes our group envious. As for her identity, you''ll learn in due time."
Klem nodded appreciatively. Thanks for sharing this with me.
Now, he dared not specte any further. Suddenly, he recalled Adrian''s mention of eight years ago, and thinking about Yvette''s age back then left him momentarily bbergasted. "Eight years ago?"
Adrian chuckled at Klein''s realization. "Yep, eight years ago; Yvette was about fifteen. Have you realized what it means to face life''s crushing blows?"
Klein stood silently, lost in thought for quite a while.
Mysonna''s nightlife pulsed vibrantly, filled with dazzling lights and excitement, enacting thrilling scenes in numerous shadowy corners.
Mysonna featured a treacherous mountain road known as "Death Road", favored by underground racing enthusiasts. Each year, many lives were lost to deadly racing idents on this perilous route.
With steep cliffs and countless twists, a moment of neglect could lead to a fatal plunge, leaving no trace behind. Underground racing became increasingly popr in Mysonna, with astronomical stakes for each race.
Winning could guarantee lifelong financial security, drawing many to the deadly circuit each year, hoping to strike it rich overnight. Those fortunate enough might even catch the eye of a professional racing team''s coach and embark on a genuine racing
career.
Tonight at ten o''clock marked the eagerly awaited monthly racing event, drawing countless underground racers.
Ever since Oliver got a scolding from his dad, Oliver stayed home but finally ventured out with friends today. A devoted racing fan, Oliver wasn''t quite at the top tier but enjoyed betting and indulging in the thrill-without participating,
Upon arriving, Oliver became the target of subtle taunts,beled a wealthy dilettante who only joined for the spectacle, Unable to withstand such provocation, he boldly dered his intention topete in tonight''s race.
This promation sent waves of excitement through the gathered spectators who knew Oliver''s reputation, Recently, the Yoder family had returned to prominence following their contributions to the country''s treasures, basking in newfound prestige.
The crowd electrified by Oliver''s decision understood that desper Carl''s formidable influence, Oliver was racing voluntarily.
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In a vi perched mid-mountain along Death Road, Braydon lurked in the shadows, eyes gleaming with a menacing light.
The vi''s door swung open. One of Braydon''s subordinates cautiously entered the living room, whispering, "Mr. Goodman, Oliver has taken the bait. He''s boldly stated his intention to race today. Our team is ready, and we''ve lured Yvette as well."
Braydon let out a chillingugh filled with mocking derision.
He had meticulously orchestrated this scheme to draw Yvette to Death Road so she could understand his feelings today. he couldn''t be with Yvette, he preferred to perish; her indifference was simply intolerable.
After discreetly assessing Braydon''s demeanor, his subordinate quietly inquired, “Mr. Goodman, do you think Yvette will intervene to save ipetent Oliver?"
Braydon''s eyes glinted a chilling crimson as he replied, "Yvette will undoubtedly help anyone from the Yoder family." On Death Road, Yvette''s petite car appeared as an anomaly, weaving through the modified racing vehicles. All racers and their morouspanions stood frozen, staring in astonishment at the small car, a hushed silence enveloping the scene. Yvette regarded the vanishing ck sedan in front of her, a wicked smile curling at her lips, eyes gleaming with mischief. With brisk precision, she parked and swung open the door.
The first sight to capture the crowd''s attention was her long, slender legs, followed by her entire face. The crowd gasped in
awe.
"Is she here to race?"
"Impossible; no woman has ever participated on Death Road."
"She''s stunning!"
Yvette raised her gaze, letting her cool, intense eyes scan the gathering. With a slight flutter of hershes, she radiated an icy allure that sent shivers down spines.
A man with ill intentions leered at Yvette. "Hey, pretty girl, are you racing, or just looking for a lover?"
His quip sparkedughter from those around, dismissing Yvette entirely. They saw her only as a pretty girl with no real
threat.
The surrounding cheerleaders and girlfriends of the racers shot disdainful looks her way, clearly unhappy about such a beautiful rival''s presence. Unfazed, Yvette approached the man, her face expressionless yet filled with disdain. With deliberate calm, she retrieved her gloves from her pocket and put them on.
Without saying a word, she swiftly struck the man, dislocating he jaw with a resounding crack before he could scream.
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In the following instant, Yvette unleashed a hard kick to the man right leg. Another crack echoed, and be crumpled to the ground, trying to yell in pain, but only able to moan, his faceported.
Then, shended another decisive blow to his chest, propelling om several feet backward before he copsed, unconscious.