BookToReadChapter 197 Oh my God, it's Vivian! She's the first woman ever to beat out an entire field of male drivers and take first place. To the men, she's nothing short of a living legend -a goddess they can only dream of reaching.
The crowd went wild, the energy in the arena absolutely electric. Even sfans who'd been rooting for other racers found themselves swept up in the excitement, suddenly cheering for Vivian.
Photographers and reporters all aimed their massive telephoto lenses at Vivian, eager to catch a close-up of the day's brightest star.
But just as luck would have it, a breeze swept across Victoria's face, sending her long hair spilling forward and obscuring her features. The best the cameras could capture was a fleeting profile-a glimpse of her cheek, but nothing more. It was just like last time, back during the test run: not one clear shot of her face.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe photographers refused to give up, but by the tthey tried for another angle, Victoria had already slipped on her helmet and, flanked by her team, was whisked safely away. In the end, not a single outlet managed to track down "Vivian's" whereabouts.
Meanwhile, McNeil motioned for the bodyguards to take Gwyneth away so he could check on Violet himself.
But Gwyneth wouldn't budge. Tears welled up in her eyes as she clung to McNeil's arm. "Daddy, is Violet going to die?" McNeil frowned and gently stroked Gwyneth's hair. "No, she's not. I promise. I'm going to see her now. You need to wait here." No amount of pleading could change his mind. Violet's car was engulfed in flames, but thankfully, the paramedics managed to pull her out. The Halo system had saved her life.
Violet wasn't in critical condition, but she had two broken ribs.
When McNeil heard she was alive, he finally let out a shaky breath. Even so, like the rest of the crowd, he couldn't help glancing over to where the new champion had stood just moments ago.
She was far off now, but something about that woman struck him as strangely familiar.
"McNeil-" Violet's voice was barely more than a whisper, thin and weak as she called his name.
"We're taking you to the hospital now," he said gently. "Don't try to talk." He rode with Violet in the ambulance as, elsewhere, Victoria was being hustled away from the crowds by her team.
If she lingered even a minute longer, the reporters would have swarmed her.
"Where's Mr. Clark?" she asked.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmLyndon replied, "He had a sudden heart attack. He's already been taken to the hospital." Victoria wasted no tchanging out of her racing suit. "Handle everything else here. I'm going to the hospital to look after Mr. Clark." She slipped away through a private corridor, pulling out her phone to tell Yasmine to have the car ready.
Just as the press began scrambling to find the mysterious new champion, "Vivian" had already disappeared without a trace.
"Make sure every report about me-especially any photos-gets pulled. Block as much coverage as you can." She had no intention of stepping into the spotlight.
Years ago in Evermore City, a stampede broke out because fans were desperate to see "Vivian" in m person, memoving many injured. That still haunted her. While Starfall City's F1 scene wasn't nearly as frenzied as Evermore's, Victoria had learned to keep a low profile and avoid attracting that kind of dangerous attention. "Understood."
Yasmine immediately set to work, using every connection she had to ad to block any news about Victoria. When NO she'd done all she could, she pressed the gas and guided the luxury sedan smoothly out of the venue.
Stlater, Yasmine glanced at her boss in the rearview mirror, marveling at her all over again, Who would have thought her brilliant, business-savvy employer was also the top racing driver and mechanical engineer who'd taken the international circuit by storm six years ago? Her respect for Victoria was absolute. And now, thinking about it, maybe Mr. Langford wasn't quite worthy of Ms. Turner after all.
Victoria scrolled through the latest news on her phone. There was nothing about her, which meant Yasmine's efforts had worked.
But the headlines were all about Violet's crash-her car bursting into flames, her being rushed to the hospital. Victoria nodded to herself, then set her phone aside.
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