Serena Jennings received her award and only removed her helmet when she reached the changing room door.
The women’s changing room and the men’s changing room were separate, and besides her, there was no one else here.
Serena walked in wearing her racing suit, and came out having changed into her own clothes.
Apart from the prize money, racing allowed Serena to relieve stress. The thrill of extreme cornering and the sense of accomplishment when crossing the finish line first, even when reminiscing after the race ended, still excited her.
At this point, night had already fallen.
Outside the international racetrack, spectators who had watched the race were gradually coming out, and the number of people dwindled until there was not a single figure left.
The yellow Lamborghini Orion parked by the roadside had remained.
Patrick Rhodes had been sitting inside it for almost half an hour.
The image of Chloe Linton removing her helmet at the changing room door kept replaying in his mind, his heart pounding all the way till now.
"How is it possible..."
He muttered to himself, unable to make sense of it.
"Chloe Linton... how could she be Serena Jennings?"
The next day, Serena did not head to the office first; she drove to Tristan City.
There’s a law firm in Tristan City, rumored to have a partner, Felix Shepherd, who has never lost a divorce case.
Serena had hit a wall in City A, so she planned to try her luck in Tristan City.
"Sorry, Ms. Jennings, even for a consultation there’s a need to schedule in advance, and Lawyer Felix’s appointments are already booked till the beginning of next year."
"Booked till the beginning of next year?" Serena was shocked.
Indeed, divorce cases are what keep these big and small law firms alive, indicating just how many people want to divorce each year yet encounter difficulties.
After wasting a trip, Serena drove back to City A, returning to her studio.
"Mr. Reed called, saying there’s a social gathering tonight with big shots from the collectibles sector, and he wanted you to attend."
The person speaking to her was Quentin Xavier, fresh out of college, with little experience, doing odds and ends for her.
"I told you, just use my name."
To Quentin, Serena was the boss.
However, Serena really couldn’t get used to people calling her this manager or that director, especially those she worked closely with, always feeling she hadn’t reached that status yet.
"Ser...Serena?"
Quentin tried tentatively, his cheeks reddening.
Serena couldn’t help but smile.
"Help me decline Mr. Reed’s gathering tonight!"
Though Mr. Reed was indeed a big fish in collectibles, Serena didn’t think much of him.
"Ser...ena..." Quentin struggled a bit with the new address, "Though I can tell you don’t like socializing, we’re just starting the studio; shouldn’t we be a bit more proactive? You might think I’m meddling, but I genuinely hope our studio thrives... If we start off by offending Mr. Reed, I’m afraid..."
Serena understood the rest without Quentin needing to say it.
"...Alright, just call Mr. Reed for me, tell him I’ll be punctual at the social gathering tonight."
After speaking, she noticed Quentin’s eyes light up.
Perhaps it’s because this was Quentin’s first job, hence his enthusiasm!
Serena smiled wryly, internally monologuing that Quentin might be worried the studio would collapse right after its start.
Quentin returned to his workstation, took out his phone, and secretly sent a WeChat message, using the computer monitor as cover.
Claire Shaw was driving when her phone beeped.
While waiting at a red light, she picked it up to glance, seeing Quentin had sent her two words:
Done.



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