Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit

Tracey's face changed when she heard the annoying voice. She cursed internally.

Naomi strutted over while holding her helmet with one hand. "Long time no see, Tracey. What's the matter? Do you not recognize me?" Tracey looked at her indignantly. "Get out of the way."

Naomi sneered. "How dare a loser like you make a fuss in front of me?!"

Tracey retorted, "So what if I'm a loser? I don't believe you'll ever win on the track!"

Mable raised her eyebrow.

Naomi was the cheating partner of Tracey's ex-boyfriend.

Tracey had come here to play a year ago. Unexpectedly, she met her ex-boyfriend and his mistress.

The breakup happened long ago, so Tracey did not bother about them. Who knew that Naomi would provoke her and propose a race? Tracey was mad and agreed to it. The two made a bet that the loser would leave their car behind and slap themselves twice in public.

In the end, it was Tracey who lost.

Mable still remembered when Tracey cried and confided in her. They had gotten drunk, cursing the cheating couple.

At that time, Mable wanted to tell Blair about it so that he could avenge Tracey. However, Tracey stopped her and asked her to keep it a secret. Naomi ruffled her long hair proudly and said, "I don't know if I can win for the rest of my life, but it'll be a piece of cake to defeat you."

"You!"

"Oh, you don't know yet, do you? Ben proposed to me, and we're getting married soon."

While saying that, Naomi shook the diamond ring on her middle finger. "See? This is the proposal ring he gave me."

Tracey rolled her eyes and was calm.

Although Ben was her first love, she did not have deep feelings for him. Besides, he cheated on her. He was not someone she wanted to grieve over.

Tracey crossed her arms and smiled brightly. "Congratulations. You're a perfect match. May your relationship last forever!"

Naomi glared at her. 'Don't think I can't tell you're cursing us.

'I don't believe you're not jealous at all, bitch.'

"Tracey, do you know why Ben chose me back then?"

Naomi sneered and put her hands on her waist. She even stuck out her busty chest as she said, "It's because you're boring. Not only do you have a flat figure, but you're also incredibly immature. You lack charm and don't even know how to kiss properly."

Tracey was furious from embarrassment. "You!"

"Ben told me that. You thought he liked you when he was with you, but it was just so you could help him write his thesis."

Tracey clenched her fists, her anger rising.

Just as she was about to start cursing, someone touched her shoulder.

Tracey turned around and saw Mable looking gently at her.

Mable walked up and stood in front of her.

"Uh... Ms. Naomi, right? You've been blabbing for a long time. Are you finished?"

"Who... are you?"

Naomi had been so focused on talking to Tracey that she did not notice the woman behind her.

Mable raised her eyebrow. "Tracey's best friend."

Tracey looked at her from behind and was deeply moved.

The feeling of being protected was incredible!

'I feel so safe!'

Naomi snorted disdainfully. "Ha... What's the matter? You want to stand up for her?"

Mable looked at the track. "Indeed. Would you give me a chance?"

Naomi looked like she had heard a joke. "You want to race with me?"© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Mable nodded. "Yep. Do you dare?"

"Mabes."

Tracey quickly held her arm and whispered, "Don't. She's a professional racer and has won many prizes. Don't compete with her." Naomi glanced at Mable's bandaged right hand. "Why not? You're the one with a handicap..."

'Handicap?'

Mable twitched her mouth and lifted her right hand. She said with an indifferent smile, "I can defeat you with one hand!"

"You talk big!"

Naomi was exasperated and laughed. She never lost on this track.

"Naomi, what's going on?"

At this time, a man in a leather jacket walked over.

Naomi immediately joined him. "Ben, you're here."