Chapter 102

Ethan Roscente's racetrack location pin was precise. Vivian Laurent glanced at it and confirmed the details.

She casually texted Isabella Langley: "Want to watch some excitement?"

"Absolutely!" Isabella replied instantly. "But why is he suddenly challenging you to a race?"

"Who knows," Vivian chuckled. "Probably still bitter about losing last time."

"Then let's make him lose even harder this time."

"My thoughts exactly."

The appointed day arrived quickly.

The racetrack was sizable, with a circular track surrounded by spectator stands. The central obstacle course looked particularly challenging.

Numerous racers had gathered for the event, filling every seat in the stands.

When Vivian and Isabella arrived, Ethan had been waiting for some time. Felix Valdemar stood beside him, immediately scoffing at Isabella's appearance.

"Save your snorts," Isabella raised an eyebrow. "Don't come crying when you lose later."

"In your dreams! Last time Ethan went easy on you. Today's the real deal—outcome's still undecided!"

Felix remained unaware that Vivian was the legendary racer W, despite being W's devoted fan.

"If you can't handle losing, just admit it. No need for excuses."

"Ethan's skills speak for themselves. Only my goddess W could possibly beat him."

"Wait," Isabella suddenly became intrigued. "Who's this goddess of yours?"

"Racer W!" Felix declared proudly. "Undefeated since debut, just won last month's international championship!"

His enthusiasm suggested he'd personally claimed the trophy.

Isabella: "..."

"Could you recognize W if she stood right in front of you?"

"Of course!" Felix thumped his chest. "I'd know my goddess by her silhouette alone!"

Despite W never having revealed her identity publicly.

Vivian: "..."

Isabella sighed: "I recommend an eye exam."

Couldn't even recognize his idol standing before him, yet spouting such nonsense.

"You're the one needing glasses! My vision's 20/20!"

"Enough." Ethan cut Felix off.

The embarrassment of failing to recognize the real deal was too much.

"Bro, I'm backing you up here!" Felix protested. "I'm betting on your win!"

"Then I'm betting on my champion!" Isabella immediately countered.

"Five million!"

"Ten million!" Isabella doubled down.

Their rivalry escalated.

Amused, Vivian turned to Ethan: "Not placing a wager, Mr. Roscente?"

"What's your stake?" Ethan arched an eyebrow.

Vivian rested her chin in hand, considering. Money held no appeal, nor did other trivialities.

"How about this," she suddenly smiled. "If I win, I get to sit in the Roscente Group CEO's chair for two days?"

Felix's eyes bulged. Was this woman insane? Daring to covet the Roscente empire!

Yet Ethan responded without hesitation: "Agreed."

He met Vivian's gaze directly: "If I win, you cure Sophia Evans."