Fake Heiress Real Trouble (Sienna) novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87

Alvin leaned against his flashy, custom-built motorcycle, one arm casually looped around his neon green helmet, shooting Ernest a lazy, sideways glance.

He gave Ernest a once-over with that critical, almost mocking look.

“Well, well, Mr. Grant. Looks like Sienna went easy on you. You still have the strength to crawl your way here and join the race?” Alvin drawled.

Alvin couldn’t stand Ernest.

In Alvin’s eyes, the only reason Sienna had quit the elite circles for a whole four years was because of Ernest.

Honestly, Alvin just couldn’t figure out what was so special about Ernest.

Yet of all people, Sienna spent four whole years running after him.

And this loser didn’t appreciate her one bit. He treated Sienna like she was just some desperate fangirl chasing after him.

If not for Sienna, Alvin and his boys would’ve eaten the Grant family alive ages ago.

Now Sienna didn’t even spare Ernest a glance.

So Alvin figured there was no need to put on a friendly look for Ernest.

Ernest’s expression shifted in the face of Alvin’s obvious hostility.

Alvin’s jab instantly brought back that humiliating moment-getting launched off his motorcycle by that Ghost rider, right in front of the whole crowd.

Normally, standing on this track, Ernest would be brimming with swagger, soaking in all eyes on him.

But now, all he felt was everyone around pointing, snickering-like he was the butt of everyone’s jokes.

His gaze grew stormier, his chiseled features set and icy, carved from pure stone.

Ernest shot back, his voice low and tense. “Alvin, what’s with all the hate?”

Alvin snorted, the sound sharp and scornful. “Please. You wish.”

He looked at Ernest like he was swatting away some insignificant bug-pure arrogance and disdain dripping from every word.

That line landed right on Ernest’s touchy pride, nailing his sore spot without mercy.

Ernest’s fists clenched tight, veins popping under the strain. His chest heaved as he wrestled to keep his temper from boiling over.

“Mr. Fuller, seriously, is it worth making things this messy just because of one woman?” Ernest muttered, his eyes dark. “Yeah, maybe the Grant family isn’t as powerful as yours, but our dads do business together all the time. Whether we like it or not, we’re bound to cross paths-a little respect goes a long way, don’t you think?”

Alvin’s expression turned frigid in a heartbeat. Without any warning or pretense, he swung his hand and landed a merciless slap straight across Ernest’s face.

The hit was so fierce that it knocked Ernest’s face to the side, leaving him stunned for a split second.

All he could hear was the endless ringing in his cars-a sharp, relentless buzz.

But compared to the sting on his cheek, the way this humiliation gnawed away at his pride hurt even more.

His cheeks were on fire, humiliation eating him alive.

“Alvin!” Ernest spat out the name between gritted teeth, his eyes stormy, trying hard not to snap.

Alvin was just like the rumors-arrogant as hell, a real devil on wheels, never scared to throw down.

He dusted off his hands and let out a scornful laugh. “What are you, huh? You think you get to talk about Sienna like that?”

“The Grants aren’t just beneath us. You’re not even qualified to be compared with the Fuller family,” Alvin sneered. “Even your old man would have to bow down and show some respect in front of me. Don’t kid yourself, loser!”

harrogant word was like a needle, stabbing right into Ernest’s wounded pride.

led features contorted with shame and fury, almost unrecognizable.

grew shadowed and cold as he fixed a murderous glare on Alvin’s retreating silhouette.

Ernest clutc

was boiling over.

‘Alvin’s just riding on his family’s coattails, acting all high and mighty in front of me!’

Without the Fuller family backing him, who the hell does he think he is?’

en cheek, his fingers curling into a tight fist, one by one.

‘Just wait. I’ll show him who’s boss in the warm-up race. I’ll crush Alvin out there!’ he vowed to himself.

*****

At the front of the warm-up race area, Jessica stood by the fence, eyes shining with awe and adoration as she watched Ernest wheel his motorcycle onto the track.

Beside her, Cora was gushing, laying it on thick. “Miss Fairbank, you’re so lucky! Ernest’s totally gonna win first place for you. And the winner’s prize today? Word is it’s a race car that’s actually competed internationally-worth 1.5 million dollars!”

Jessica’s grip on the fence tightened, trying her best to keep all that excitement bottled up.

1.5 million dollars!’ Jessica’s heart pounded. ‘No wonder the rich boys in Orlathis City are something else, Jessica thought, her heart pounding. Even the opening prize starts at 1.5 million dollars!”

Jessica’s ego got a serious boost, and all the bad vibes from that run-in with the female racer instantly

vanished.

‘Once Ernest snags first place and drives off in that five-million-dollar car, nobody’s gonna remember how he got humiliated earlier, Jessica thought, excitement buzzing through her. No one’s even gonna remember Ernest’s embarrassing moment earlier.

Everyone would only remember Ernest shining in the spotlight on the track-with all eyes jealous he’d won. and with someone as gorgeous as her cheering loudest at his side.

Jessica let a confident smile curl her lips, boasting, “Ernest taking first place is a sure thing. He’s a certified professional racer, after all!”

She was just basking in her pride when suddenly, a wave of shocked gasps erupted all around her.

“Ernest just got slapped!” someone shouted.

“Damn, what’s up with Mr. Fuller? Why does it feel like he’s got it out for Mr. Grant?” another person blurted.

“It’s Mr. Fuller, man! Is there anyone he’d think twice about hitting?” someone else chimed in.

Jessica’s eyes widened in shock. Sure enough, out on the track, Alvin was swaggering right up to Ernest, flaunting his arrogance and throwing out shameless taunts.

Ernest was clutching his face, looking completely devastated-shame burning across his cheeks.

Jessica’s proud smile froze instantly. She gripped the fence so tightly her knuckles went pale.

‘What the heck is going on here?’ Jessica’s thoughts were a mess.

Is all this because of that shameless Sienna?’ Jessica seethed inwardly.

Last time at the Golden Throne Club, Alvin was practically trailing after Sienna like a lovesick puppy. No doubt he was just obsessed with her face.

“Mr. Fuller’s actually racing too? This race might actually get interesting,” someone whispered, sounding surprised.

Jessica’s eyes flashed as she shot a cold look their way. “Didn’t you all say Ernest spent years picking apart everything that legend Skye did on the track? If Skye is really that good, how could Ernest ever lose? This race was a done deal from the start!”

Seriously, it was indeed no contest.

Of course Ernest lost.

Ernest might have the pro racer’s license.

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