Chapter 53
Inside the Smedley residence, Esther twirled her fork, her meal untouched. She bit her lip, looking at Troy. “Dad, has the Duncan family really let go of their grudge against Lenore?”
‘Carlos, that cocky rich kid, getting hit in front of everyone–no way he’s just going to let Lenore slide, Esther thought to herself.
Troy stayed silent, his gaze far. Even after an afternoon had passed, he couldn’t shake off the surreal scene of Lloyd bowing to Lenore, making Carlos kowtow and apologize. It felt like a dream. He was still wrapping his head around what had really happened.
“Dad?” Esther called softly, her grip tightening around her fork as she noticed his distraction. “What really happened when you took Lenore to the Duncan residence this afternoon?”
Troy seemed to suddenly remember something, ignoring Esther as he abruptly dropped his fork and headed upstairs.
Esther hadn’t seen Carlos waiting for Lenore at Greenvine High School after school, but she’d heard the buzz. They’d made a bet, some kind of
race.
‘Lenore, motorcycle race? No way. I won’t let her outshine me at Greenvine High School again. Lenore’s always going to be beneath me!‘ Esther thought viciously.
With no answer from Troy, Esther’s eyes flashed with malice. She dropped her fork and declared coldly, “I’m done eating.”
“Sis…” Darren started to get up to follow her, but Sharon grabbed him, saying, “Finish your soup first.”
“Mom?” Darren frowned. “Dad’s been brooding since noon, and Esther’s upset. It’s all because of Lenore, that bitch.”
Sharon’s face fell at her son’s words. “Lenore is your sister, too!”
Darren curled his lip with disgust in his eyes. “She’s not my sister.”
Sharon’s lips pressed into a thin line, her eyes darkening, thinking she needed to keep Darren away from Esther’s influence.
The following day, the weather was oppressive, with dark clouds gathering and threatening rain.
By morning, word of Lenore and Carlos’s bet and the upcoming race had spread like wildfire through Greenvine High School.
Carlos was a legend on a motorcycle, having won international championships and made the news.
Everyone was saying Lenore was crazy, waiting for her to make a fool of herself. That night, many students skipped classes to go watch the spectacle.
Lance was fidgeting, scratching his head as he looked at Kyle. “Kyle, aren’t you worried?”
Kyle looked indifferent. “Why would I worry?” He believed no one could beat Lenore in a race.
Bonnie knew the venue would be chaotic and had no intention of causing Lenore any trouble. She just held her and repeated her instructions. “Take care of yourself, come back after the race, and avoid fights if you can.”
“Alright!” Lenore chuckled. “I’ve got it.”
Lenore shed her school uniform, revealing only black raiment with a baseball cap, and a bag was slung over one shoulder. She walked with a carefree and rebellious stride, looking both cool and fierce.
At the sight of her, Silas’s eyes darkened, and he opened the car door. “I’ll drop you off.”
Lenore glanced at him and slowly got into the car.
At the chosen location, an enormous junkyard in the western suburbs turned into a motorcycle track. The scene was set by Carlos.
Amid the ruins and twisted steel, under the gloomy twilight, it exuded decay and desolation. At that moment, the place was swarming with onlookers.
A red motorcycle roared in, and the woman on it wore a light purple denim jacket and shorts, her legs long and slender.
After taking off her helmet and shaking out her purple hair, she revealed herself to be quite young, with a lollipop in her mouth and heavy makeup,
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looking sexy and sultry, the epitome of cool. She instantly drew everyone’s attention.
But before anyone could approach her, someone shouted, “Lenore’s here.”
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All eyes were drawn to that spot. Lenore, tall with straight, slender legs, looked like she stepped out of a manga, exuding a fierce beauty.
The man by her side was also incredibly handsome, with an overwhelming presence that couldn’t be ignored, even when he stood there doing nothing.
A red motorcycle pulled up, and the woman on it, with her long legs on the ground, whistled at Lenore and winked. “Someone’s challenging you to a motorcycle race? Who’s this fearless soul eager to meet their maker?”
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