Chapter 39

Racing was something she got into during her teenage years.

At that time, Daniel was busy with the Wilson Group business. Fearing she might get bored, he hired a professional instructor for her. Coupled with her extraordinary talent, she reached a professional level in just one summer.

She even participated in a few private races with her instructor.

But she only treated it as a hobby and interest. She liked the feeling of chasing the wind, nothing more.

Later, her instructor invited her to participate in professional races, but she declined.

She didn't want Daniel to worry, nor did she want her identity to be too conspicuous.

"Really? that's great." Olivia was overjoyed. When she came, she was worried Isabella might be unhappy with her decision.

Just then, Isabella received a message.

As soon as she saw the avatar, Isabella frowned. Wasn't Bianca causing a scene and threatening to commit suicide at the hospital? What kind of scheme was she up to now?

She casually opened it, and the moment she saw the picture, a cold smile appeared on her lips.

No surprise, the picture showed Bianca being comforted by Michael.

Bianca's eyes were red from crying, and Michael was gently soothing her.

Michael looked very doting.

It wasn't hard to guess who took the photo.

After all, Bianca and Harper were a team, and Michael hadn't noticed anything amiss.

Seeing him like this, he probably wouldn't come home tonight.

Fine, he could comfort Bianca.

She would race.

Deleting the picture swiftly, Isabella put on the custom helmet Olivia handed her. Her sexy figure was fully revealed in her tight outfit, exuding a powerful aura.

Not long after, the Ivan Olivia mentioned really appeared at the racetrack.

With a beautiful spin, the car stopped in front of them.

Ivan, with long legs on the ground and wearing a black helmet, had eyes that hinted at a handsome face.

Ivan was young, well-built, good-looking, and a racer, hitting every point of Olivia's aesthetic.

No wonder she fell for Ivan at first sight.

With twenty minutes left before the race, Isabella noticed Ivan secretly observing her and Olivia.

"Which one of you is from east Valoria?" Ivan asked, puzzled.

Both Isabella and Olivia had top-notch figures, making it easy to imagine how beautiful their faces must be under the helmets.

But Isabella found the voice somewhat familiar.

However, thinking that no one around her raced, she didn't dwell on it.

Hearing Ivan's voice, Olivia nervously grabbed Isabella's hand. Isabella smiled and raised her chin at Ivan, "You'll know after the race."

Hearing Isabella's voice, Ivan was visibly stunned, then quickly took out his phone and snapped a photo of Isabella.

"Taking photos without permission, don't you have any manners?" If it weren't for Olivia, Isabella would have been angry.

"It's just a photo for memory, don't overthink it." Ethan didn't feel embarrassed at all.

His fingers quickly tapped twice, sending the photo to Michael's phone.

At the same time, Michael had just left the hospital. The doctor said there was nothing wrong with Bianca's fainting.

But when he got home, he found Isabella missing.

Just as he was about to go out and look for her, he received the photo from Ethan in the car.

Ethan: [Mr. Brown, look at this beauty I photographed. This figure, these eyes, don't they look like Isabella? I'm telling you, even the voice is similar. I was stunned when I heard it.]

Michael: [Where is this?]

Ethan: [I'm racing at Sunset Ridge Highway. Hey, you can't come. I'm determined to win today. These two beauties are just my type, and I want them both.]

Michael: [I doubt you have the skills!]

Ethan didn't care. To secretly race, he had specifically taken on a college student's identity.

He usually didn't show his face, claiming to be in class, actually fearing being seen and having his true identity revealed.

The Martinez Family, being a prestigious family, had few members. If his family knew he was doing such dangerous activities outside, they might lock him up for life.

Their wish was to see him follow the family's plan step by step, take over the business, get married, and have children.

Preferably without making any mistakes.

But he didn't want that. Living like that for a lifetime was worse than death.

On the other side.

Michael stared at the photo on his phone. He didn't need to zoom in to recognize Isabella.

Isabella had just slipped from his grasp two hours ago; he couldn't possibly not recognize her.

If she wanted to race, he would race with her.

As the race was about to start, Ethan suddenly raised his hand, "Wait a minute, I have a friend coming to join. He's the real Southern Racing God of Valoria. You'll get to see him soon, don't say I didn't give you a chance."

Mentioning Michael's racing skills, Ethan's tone unconsciously carried pride.

As soon as he finished speaking, a custom-made black motorcycle stopped at the starting line.

The maneuver was agile and graceful.

"Indeed impressive." Isabella raised an eyebrow, a hint of admiration in her eyes.

She didn't expect to encounter such a professional opponent just by coming to have some fun. But before she could be too happy, when she saw the eyes under the helmet, she was taken aback.

Deep, cold eyes, like an abyss.

It was Michael.

She had loved him for over a decade; she couldn't be mistaken.

Why wasn't he at the hospital with Bianca at this time? What was he doing here?

Couldn't he let her have a good time?

However, the fact that Michael could race was quite surprising to her.

After all, since marrying him, she hadn't seen him have any hobbies other than work.

"Tonight's race gathers the Eastern and Southern Racing Gods of Valoria, and they're all handsome men and beautiful women. Wouldn't it be a shame if there were no rewards for this race?" The one hyping up the atmosphere was the referee.

He was also found by Ethan.

"That's not difficult. I suggest if the girls lose, they treat everyone here to dinner. If the guys lose, they should run a lap on the track naked. How about that?"

The crowd cheered.

Most of those agreeing were guys, focusing on Isabella's sexy figure and face.

Although the suggestion was outrageous, everyone knew Ivan wouldn't lose.

No matter how famous Isabella was, Ivan's skills in Evergreen City were well-known.

Ivan's level was clearly professional, yet he only accepted private races.

Isabella was in a good mood, especially at the thought of someone running naked.

She gestured downwards to Michael, "It's cold, don't catch a cold when you take off your clothes later!"

She relished the chance to openly humiliate Michael.

"Catching a cold is impossible. I'm waiting for you to treat me alone!" Seeing Isabella's smug look, Michael could easily guess how bright her smile was at that moment.