Unmasking the Heiress by Sisi Yea

hapter 73

"Goddess! Goddess!" The crowd chanted loudly, her star shining brightest on the racetrack tonight.

In the throng of people, there was someone encircled by fans, her silhouette and stance a mirror image of Evangeline's. She even brought to mind the defiant figure who had given Evangeline the finger at Sunlit Heights. Was it truly her? Walter elbowed his way through the crowd.

"Let's race. The prize? The winner takes the loser's night. Are you game?" he said, locking eyes with the queen of the racetrack.

The woman hesitated, her reaction silencing the crowd momentarily.

Staking one's own night was a bold move.

"So, if I lose, you 'own' me?" she asked, her tone not quite matching Evangeline's.

"That's right. However, if you lose, you're mine tonight," said Walter, emphasizing every word.

She let out a scoff, laced with scorn. "I won't lose. But sure, I'll bet against you, just to see that look of scorn wiped off your face later. Unless I'm mistaken, weren't you the one who lost the mountain race last time?"

She was still the same fierce competitor from Sunlit Heights.

Noticing the Rolls Royce Phantom behind Walter, she quipped, "Really? You're challenging me in that?"

strode over to a fellow racer, flipping him the keys. "Let's make a deal, this

worth more than a fleet of his own. Grinning, he accepted the keys and handed over a polished helmet to Walter. The other racers looked on enviously, wishing they had been the ones to strike such a deal Their eyes met, both filled with fierce determination. As the starting gun fired, they took off like arrows

got some serious

cow, is that really

just because you snagged

taking home

didn't help him last time at Sunlit Heights. He's probably in for another embarrassing sprint up the mountain tonight!" Meanwhile, Walter and Evangeline were oblivious to the chatter down below. For

to Sunlit Heights, with its higher elevation and icy roads at night.

Evangeline's every move.

raced through the night like specters, their cars darting

from the motorcycle's tires, leaving a glittering trail

those speeds, dodging meant a dangerous turn, and on the icy road, their only choice was to slow down and switch lanes. However, slowing down could mean losing it all. Evangeline did not let up.

the gap like a wild horse leaping a ravine, but as soon as it touched down, the icy road sent

hesitate. With a swift maneuver, he steered his

her from a disastrous swerve. In a flash, they both crashed

bodies coming to a stop after

her feet. "I'm

miss. If Walter had not intervened, she could have been a goner, her bike a twisted wreck at the

save her, a