Soon, the three sets of matches concluded, leaving only the final group stage.
As the camera switched, it scanned over the four motorcyclists poised for action.
When one particular figure came into view, John's usually icy gaze faltered for a moment.
Frank stared at the names of the participants above, his thoughts filled with doubts.
Is the third one that Red Rose?
Her physique seemed quite impressive, but compared to the several burly contestants beside her, she appeared lacking in strength. How could John have chosen her?
Could it be that John has also become shallow, picking based on figure alone?!
At this moment, a gunshot from the referees on the field resounded.
The four motorcycles on the field shot forward like arrows released from a bow.
This was the last spot for the championship contender, intensifying the atmosphere on the field.
Leading the pack was a well-known female rider, "Silver Fox."<
John remained steadfast, his gaze fixed on the giant screen, his expression stern. "She'll be here soon." Back on the stage. Diana crouched on her motorcycle, stealing a brief glance at the woman beside her. Following the previous group's order, she was next to the "black widow." Neither of them exchanged words, yet an unusual tension lingered between them. A sharp "bang" echoed! The referee's starting gun went off. Diana revved her engine, ready to charge forward, when she noticed the "black widow" next to her suddenly veer her front wheel! Oh no! In the blink of an eye, Diana skillfully maneuvered to avoid colliding with her tire. If she had crashed into her just now, as per the rules, she might have been penalized for intentional collision, leading to disqualification! After that brief meal, Diana instantly fell behind the other three, finding herself at the back of the group.
Yet, the next second, another roar echoed from behind her. Glancing through the rearview mirror, she saw Natalie also closing in fast! Damn it! Why had her motorbike been modified so aggressively? The two of them raced towards a bend in the road. And "Sweetie," trailing far behind, realized she was at the back and panicked. Revving her engine, she swiftly caught up, not showing any signs of slowing down on the curve. Seemingly attempting to emulate Diana from earlier, she aimed to overtake at the limit! However, such a wide curve proved challenging to handle. Midway through, she lost control, producing a piercing screech on the road. Then, she plowed forward, heading straight for the group ahead! "Oh no! Sweetie's motorbike is out of control!" The host yelled in astonishment. The target of Sweetie's motorbike was none other than Natalie, who was in third place! There was no time to evade!
A tidal wave of cheers surged, almost overwhelming Diana's eardrums."Oh my God! Oh my God! I don't know what to say! All I can say is 'Oh my God' to express how I feel!""I'm tearing up! I watched a damn women's motorcycle race and got so excited I cried!""Ah, ah, ah! No matter what, I have to get to know this Red Rose! From now on, she's my idol!""She's my idol too! Idol, please accept my admiration!"Amid the ecstatic cheers from the audience, Diana remained much more composed.Balancing on one foot, she gazed at the shredded tire, lost in thought.No wonder Misoup had repeatedly warned her back then. This move couldn't be used lightly. It had to be reserved for the critical moment, dealing a fatal blow to the opponent.So...It could only be used once...Beside her, Natalie brought her motorcycle to a halt, her expression chilling to the extreme. Her gaze flickered.She... lost? To a woman of unclear
Yosef remained silent, but his steps quickened beneath him. He headed towards the backstage resting area. Following the signs for a while, he suddenly heard a clear burst of laughter. It was hearty and melodious, like wind chimes being struck under the eaves. He instinctively halted, standing before a partially closed door. Through the gap, he peered inside. In the room, two individuals stood. One of them was the girl who had just gone up to receive an award, and the other... When he caught sight of her face, Yosef's pupils contracted for a moment. Could it really be her?! Diana?! Could it be that the "Red Rose" who had just performed on stage was actually... His gaze darkened, just as he was about to push the door open, he suddenly saw Diana reach out and remove her windbreaker. Revealing a vibrant, crimson long dress underneath. The dress, as bright as blood, clung to he
On the roadside, several luxury cars were already waiting.Beside the foremost black Maybach, Natalie stood there in a black leather jacket and pants, her brows lowered.Upon hearing footsteps, she slowly lifted her head, meeting Yosef's gaze, revealing a hint of nervousness."Sir."Yosef's azure-like eyes glanced at her briefly, then turned his gaze away."Sir..."Natalie stood in his path, a touch of guilt in her eyes. "I'm sorry, I couldn't handle this matter and caused you to lose the gold mine. Please punish me!""Punish?"Yosef's voice was indifferent. "You haven't done anything wrong, so why would there be a punishment?"At his words, a gleam appeared in Natalie's enchanting eyes.Then, his cold voice reached her ears again. "It's just a matter of being outmatched."A shadow passed over Natalie's eyes, feeling as if her cheeks had been slapped, preventing her from lifting her head.Being outma
John slid the item into her mouth, and instantly, a delicate sweetness filled the space between her lips and teeth. Diana was a bit puzzled. "What is this?" "Digestive tablet." Hearing this, Diana gave a goofy smile. "It actually tastes pretty good." Onlookers: ... Perfect. While feeding Diana the digestive tablet, they also sneaked in a mouthful of romance drama. "Ahem... Big sis, it seems like we still have plenty of time today, and everyone's here. How about we have a good celebration tonight to commemorate your victory!" Frank, rising from his seat, proposed. "A celebration?" "Yes!" Excitement gleamed in Frank's eyes. "I've already reserved a private room. Let's all go sing some karaoke together!" After the words were out, the expected response didn't come. The group looked at him, expressions complex, and remained in silence. Frank: ??? What's up with this eerie atmosphere...
Frank's mouth twitched uncontrollably. "What's with the attempt at handsomeness while singing nursery rhymes!" "Ahem~ Who would've thought that Andrew, deep down, still had this much... childlike innocence." Diana concealed her complex emotions and then stood up. "Alright, it's my turn to sing now!" She took the microphone from Andrew's hand, about to start singing when suddenly Colin, who had been sitting quietly on the side, stood up and snatched the microphone from her hand. Diana: ??? "Colin?" Diana looked puzzled, "You want to sing too?" What's going on today? Wasn't it always just Ben who enjoyed singing at home? Why are Andrew and Colin suddenly so enthusiastic today? Facing Diana's questioning gaze, Colin hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "Yeah." Leah leaned over and twisted Diana's arm. "Let go, and let Colin sing..." Diana obediently released her grip.
Andrew: ... "Diana, you've got me wrong there. Am I the type to say one thing and mean another?" With that, Andrew adjusted his posture and leaned against the edge of the couch. "What you sing, I like to hear." Diana was quite content. She straightened up, sat on the nearby couch, and brought the microphone to her lips. Just then, a slender finger reached over from the side and clasped her hand. Diana turned around and saw John holding onto her microphone, his handsome face revealing a hint of contemplation in his gaze. "No way, you're even trying to snatch the microphone from me?" Diana exclaimed. What's going on today? Why is everyone suddenly in the mood for singing? But if it's John singing... She was actually quite looking forward to it! "No." John parted his thin lips, his voice calm as he said, "I want to tell you, when you sing, it's always the best." Diana:... Ser