Fake Heiress Real Trouble (Sienna) novel Chapter 80

Chapter 80

Night had fallen.

At a top-tier racetrack on the outskirts of Orlathis City, the floodlights blazed bright.

Security was airtight. Only those with clearance badges could enter.

This was Jessica’s first time coming to a place like this.

Her ears were filled with pounding electronic music and the roar of engines, one wave after another.

She felt both excited and a little afraid, clinging tightly to Ernest’s arm, her carefully lined eyes darting around curiously.

She really did look vulnerable, like a little white rabbit who had stumbled into a den of wolves. Men were very fond of this.

“Scared?” Ernest lowered his eyes slightly. His face, all sharp lines like it was carved from stone, looked even more severe under the bright lights.

Jessica tilted her head up, her eyes wide and innocent, brimming with admiration. She shook her head. “With you here, I’m not afraid.”

Ever since the Cooper family had canceled their partnership with the Fairbank family, Instro Group, and Hopes Investment had followed suit, pulling all funding and cooperation.

After that, countless other businesses had torn up their contracts as well.

The Fairbank family was teetering on the edge. Just one more push, and it would collapse completely.

Jessica was determined to grab onto Ernest as tightly as she could. As long as she could marry into the Grant family before the Fairbanks went under and became a rich lady, whatever happened to the Fairbanks afterward wouldn’t matter one bit.

She knew Ernest well. He was the epitome of a chauvinistic alpha male, convinced he was the most powerful man in the world.

With a man like this, the key was to make him feel that she belonged to him completely, that she depended on him, that she’d die for him if necessary.

It was precisely this act that had hooked Ernest in the first place.

She had memorized every detail about him, knew exactly what he liked to hear. “Ernest, you have to do your best in the warm-up race later! I’m waiting for you to win first place and give me the prize!”

Ernest ruffled her hair, a small laugh slipping out. His eyes flicked toward the track and the rows of heavy motorbikes. “Of course.”

Several of Ernest’s friends and followers immediately started boasting one by one.

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“It is no suspense at all that Mr. Grant will win the championship! Don’t forget his idol is Skye, the goddess who won the championship in the international championship four years ago! Mr. Grant has studied and learned from Skye’s various skills, and now his strength can be comparable to Skye’s!”

“Last time, he even used Skye’s signature move from the Vuscad race, the Dragon’s Tail Whip, and completely crushed the competition!”

“Ernest really dotes on you, Jessica. You wanted a champion’s prize, so he signed up for this race!”

“With Ernest here, there’s no way anyone else is taking first place!”

Jessica’s cheeks flushed red, her eyes full of pure adoration.

Her love practically spilled out of her as she gazed up at Ernest. “Ernest, you’re the best!”

Ernest’s brows arched, and though his expression stayed cool, the corners of his mouth lifted confident.

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smug,

If it were Sienna, she would never cheer him on like this. Never shout encouragement, never give him emotional fuel.

She’d just stand there silently, like some kind of caretaker, straightening his racing suit and helmet when it was time. She wouldn’t say a word otherwise. It was really boring.

It was at that moment, a sound like a beast breaking free of its cage shattered the air, rattling eardrums. The crowd erupted in gasps and shouts, heads whipping toward the source.

A silver-black heavy motorcycle rushed in at lightning speed.

The sleek lines of its body gleamed under the lights, engine roaring like a predator.

Ernest’s lazy, indifferent expression changed in an instant.

His pupils contracted sharply. He shot to his feet, staring at the bike tearing down the track, his eyes widening, unblinking.

The motorcycle suddenly swerved, and the tires rubbed against the ground, creating a loud noise.

It came to a stop at the trackside in a way so stylish it seemed choreographed.

“Holy shit! Isn’t that Ghost?”

“No way! Skye’s Ghost? How is it here in Orlathis City?”

“Four years… It’s been four years since I last saw Ghost!”

Everyone here was either a hardcore racing enthusiast or a rich kid from some racing club family.

This bike, once famous worldwide, broke many racing records, brought great glory to Aurathen racing, won many championships, and fought alongside Skye. It was the Ghost.

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Anyone in the racing world knew Skye. Anyone in the racing world knew Ghost.

And if Ghost was here, people wondered if the person riding it was Skye.

The appearance of Ghost sent the already-electric atmosphere surging into frenzy.

“Ernest?” Jessica saw the shock written all over Ernest’s face. She had a bad feeling.

She narrowed her eyes, following his gaze toward the bike.

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