?Chapter 498:


    Rosie jumped in before things got worse, helping Vivian to her feet. “Don’t be an idiot. She’s ttened whole gangs without breaking a sweat. Just leave now.” Vivian, well aware of Brenna’s fearsome reputation, bit back her pride and backed down reluctantly, leaving.


    Isabe, however, wasn’t done poking the bear. She didn’t dare cross the invisible line into outright aggression, but her words were knives wrapped in silk. “So quick to throw punches, aren’t you? Always the first to lose your cool. It’s fortunate the Barretts kicked you out. Otherwise, they might face a lot of trouble because of you.”


    The promise of Jade’s generous rewards still echoed sweetly in Isabe’s mind; a lucrative business deal dangled before her, if only she could rattle Brenna’s cage enough to throw her off her game before the race.


    She continued, “With that temper of yours, it’s no wonder you’re friendless. Is this the renowned civility of a member of the Harper family?”


    Noticing Brenna’s intense focus on the tablet, Isabe slipped into the seat Rosie had just vacated. A quick nce revealed a wealth of racecourse analytics.


    She snatched the device from Brenna’s grasp. “I am talking to you. Are you even listening to me?”


    She believed disrupting Brenna’s meticulous preparations could lead to disastrous mistakes on the track, a service Jade would undoubtedly appreciate. Brenna’s icy re met Isabe’s as she reached for her tablet.


    Isabe quickly switched the tablet to her other hand, not letting Brenna get it. Brenna’s fingers mped around Isabe’s wrist like a steel trap.


    Pain shot through Isabe, and tears welled up in her eyes from the vise-like grip, yet she stubbornly held onto the tablet.


    “Give it back to me!” Brenna said coldly.


    Isabe was convinced that the searing pain broke her wrist.


    With a whimper, she returned the tablet to Brenna. “You monster! You’ve broken my bones!”


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    She cradled her wrist, tears sparkling on her cheeks as she felt she couldn’t lift her hand.


    Isabe had caught a glimpse of the tablet’s contents—detailed racecourse analytics that showcased Brenna’s deep grasp of rally mechanics. So, Brenna knew a lot about racing; she had just kept quiet about it.


    Doubt gnawed at Isabe’s insides. Was Brenna merely Ethan’s pamperedpanion or a legitimate contender?


    She believed Brenna was the former. Brenna was already exceptional in a lot of areas; she couldn’t possibly also know how to race. It just seemed impossible. Racing required specialized skills, not something anyone could simply pick up.


    “Keep up the act,” Isabe sneered at Brenna. “We’ll see how you handle it when you lose control of your car.”


    She believed Brenna was just putting on an act. “I don’t believe you know how to race.”


    Seeing the participant list on the disy board, Isabe said, “Your name is missing.” She grinned. “You didn’t even sign up for the race. Why are you still putting on an act?”


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