Fake Heiress Real Trouble (Sienna) novel Chapter 82

Chapter 82

The woman lounging on the bike casually lifted her gaze, her eyes behind the helmet landing on Ernest.

Her eyes were indifferent and cold, with not much emotional fluctuation.

But for some reason, Ernest’s heart thudded twice, hard and heavy.

He felt her gaze looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

The more he thought about it, the more desperate he was to know who was riding the Ghost.

He wanted to know what the face under that silver-black helmet looked like.

The Ghost was the only one of its kind in the world, and it was the bike exclusive to Skye. It was the ride of the legendary racer known as Skye when she swept the world racing competition.

When Skye had suddenly retired from the racing scene, Ernest had burned every connection he had, trying to find her, but no one could tell him anything.

But now, Skye’s exclusive vehicle had reappeared.

‘Does that mean… Skye will also return?’ Thinking of this possibility, Ernest’s excited eyes stared intently at the woman in front of him. His idol might show up here.

The thought made Ernest’s pulse thunder, blood rushing hot in his veins. Almost on instinct, he reached out toward the woman’s helmet.

He asked, “Who are you? Why do you get to ride Ghost?”

His gesture was blunt, domineering, and rude. But before his hand could touch the helmet, a hand caught him by the wrist.

Under the bright arena lights, that hand looked almost luminous, so white it dazzled his eyes, leaving him momentarily dazed.

The woman on the motorcycle suddenly made a cool and sassy move, slamming her other hand down.

That figure rose lightly into the air.

Ernest only had time to see a pair of long and beautiful legs flashing past the motorcycle.

Suddenly, a heart-wrenching pain hit his chest.

His body arched as he flew backward, crashing heavily into the nearby facilities.

The woman landed lightly, both legs steady, one hand still lazily propped against the bike behind her. From that elevated stance, she looked down at the writhing Ernest.

Her voice was cold and indifferent. “Get lost.”

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Everyone stared, stunned, at the silver-black-helmeted woman who radiated such dangerous cool.

Just how terrifying of power must one have to kick someone that far?

The eerie stillness broke only when Sophie’s delighted clapping and cheers rang out. “You were so cool! That was amazing!”

She had just wanted to call out “Sienna”, but she remembered that Sienna had specifically told her not to reveal her identity before coming.

After praising Sienna, Sophie spun toward Ernest, disgust thick in her voice. “You big dumb self-obsessed loser! Who do you think you are to point fingers at my friend? Her helmet isn’t something you get to touch! She’s not someone you’re worthy of questioning! Get lost, you creep!”

What a delusional man. Marching up and demanding that Sienna take off her helmet. Crude and pathetic!

“You…!” Ernest covered his chest, wincing in pain, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at Sienna.

Jessica had just caught up when she saw Ernest being kicked away.

She screamed and rushed forward to help Ernest, yelling at Sienna, “Do you even know who Ernest is? How dare you attack him? Believe it or not, I’ll make sure you’re disqualified!”

Sienna raised an eyebrow, her narrow, bright eyes shimmering, and chuckled softly. “Go ahead.”

Even through the helmet, Jessica could clearly feel the woman’s disdain and mockery towards her.

Jessica gritted her teeth. “I will! Do you really think you can swagger around here just because you stole a famous racer’s bike? You don’t even dare to take off your helmet. I bet you’re just too afraid to show your face!”

She looked at Ernest, whose face was twisted in pain, with a look of heartache, and said, “You’re impersonating Ernest’s idol and even hit Ernest. You’re insane!”

Ernest’s pupils shook, and he barely managed to stand up straight with Jessica’s support.

“Impersonating…” He murmured the word under his breath.

“Everyone knows your idol is a female racer, Ernest! She deliberately found a replica of that bike and paraded it in front of you. Isn’t it obvious she’s just trying to get your attention?” Jessica grew more convinced the more she spoke.

The female racer had already retired for four years, and her prime was already spent. She wouldn’t reappear again.

In the end, these female racers were all experts at seducing men.

Jessica bit her lip, her gaze toward Sienna turning sharper and sharper. Some lowly nobody dared try to take

her man.

Chapter 82

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Jessica glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw that Ernest’s group of followers had all caught up.

Then, she immediately said, “Everyone, take off her helmet! Since she dares to impersonate Ernest’s idol, she shouldn’t be afraid to take off her helmet!”

A group of friends and followers all surrounded Ernest when they saw his miserable state.

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