Chapter 110

Ethan Roscente's furious voice echoed across the empty racetrack. "Who tampered with the brakes? Are the track inspectors blind?"

His fists clenched, veins bulging.

The manager rushed over, sweat beading on his forehead. "Mr. Roscente, we'll investigate immediately."

"Investigate?" Ethan's gaze sharpened like a blade. "What will you do if someone had died?"

Now he understood why Vivian Laurent had been forced to slow down before the finish line.

The realization that her brakes had failed made his victory feel hollow.

"The race is void," he declared. "We'll switch cars and restart. The wager stands. Agreed?"

Sophia Evans watched Ethan's attention remain fixed solely on Vivian. Suddenly, she clutched her chest, gasping dramatically. "Ethan... I feel terrible..."

He turned to steady her. "What's wrong?"

Vivian observed the scene with icy amusement. Such pathetic acting was an insult to anyone's intelligence.

First, she'd faked fainting. Now, she was pretending to be ill. Vivian's secret identity as AN was clearly no longer safe.

More suspiciously, the brakes had failed at this precise moment.

Isabella Langley came running. "Viv! There was something wrong with your car!"

"Someone sabotaged the brakes."

"What?" Isabella's eyes widened. "This was attempted murder! I hope the bastard rots in hell!"

Vivian's frosty gaze locked onto Sophia. "Exactly. And when I find out who did it—"

Her words sliced through the air. "I'll take their hand."

Sophia paled, fingers trembling uncontrollably.

Ethan's voice turned grave. "I'll handle this."

"Don't bother." Vivian's laugh was razor-sharp. "Attempted homicide deserves personal retribution."

A lethal aura radiated from her. Sophia's legs buckled, and she clung to Ethan's sleeve.

"Ethan..." she whimpered. "Take me home, please?"

"I'll have someone escort you." He remained unmoved.

Panicked, Sophia tried to flee.

"Stop." Vivian blocked her path. "Leaving so soon?"