Semua Bab There's No Turning Back: Bab 211 - Bab 220

Lesley met Theodore's dagger-like gaze, and her heart trembled a few times. Who was this guy? He looked a little familiar.She had just gotten off the plane—why did it feel like she had already run into an enemy? Meanwhile, Merida effortlessly pushed the luggage cart, racing across the smooth tile floor.Startled by Theodore's stare, Lesley instinctively hid behind Elara. She had always been shy around strangers, disliked physical contact, and was particularly uncomfortable under the scrutiny of men.After cutting her hair short and adopting a more androgynous style, she had rarely drawn the attention of the opposite sex. Even when people did look at her, it was usually because of her striking features, and their gazes were more admiring than intrusive.Finnegan greeted her with a nod and said in an indifferent tone, "Long time no see."Lesley nodded back, considering that enough of a greeting. To her, Elara's older brother wasn't particularly memorable—aside from being absurdly t

Before Cyrus could finish speaking, Lesley interrupted, "I hate Fisher Corp. None of my companies will ever work with them!"Cyrus frowned in confusion. "Do you have some kind of misunderstanding about Fisher Corp?"He glanced at Elara and suddenly seemed to realize something. Turning back to Lesley, he asked, "Did Ms. Jones say something to you? Something bad about us?"Mr. Lupone, please don't misunderstand. Ms. Jones knows nothing about Fisher Corp, and she has a terrible relationship with my boss. Mr. Fisher has always hoped to hire you with a generous offer to coach Ms. Niamh in racing. Please reconsider...""Not interested." Lesley's expression grew wary as she watched Cyrus. She pressed closer to Elara, resting her chin on Elara's shoulder. "I only serve Luna.""Lesley, why would you turn down such easy money?" A middle-aged man approached. It was Vincent Frazier, one of Moonchaser Racing Club's engineers.Lesley's face darkened. "Harvey Fisher expects you all to train a n

Harvey had thought Luna was deliberately toying with him. He had seen plenty of women play this kind of hard-to-get game.But even after he put up the race cars Luna supposedly wanted for auction, she never showed up. That made him wonder—was the race at Mount Clockwork just a high-speed fantasy he had conjured up?And now, Luna was about to reappear. Harvey sent a voice message to Cyrus, "Keep a close eye on Luna the moment she shows up at the International Racing Championship!"A powerful urge surged inside him—he had to remove Luna's helmet. He had to see her real face.…The sleek black Corona hugged the road, speeding along effortlessly. Lesley sat in the passenger seat, turning to look at Elara behind the wheel as her face glowed with happiness.It felt as if they had traveled back in time to five years ago, or maybe even further.Despite their five-year separation, there wasn't even a hint of awkwardness between them. The moment they reunited, it was as if they had never

It was Elara who had pulled her up and brought her to Capitol. Compared to Elara, her own abilities seemed mediocre.During Lesley's first year in Capitol, it was Elara who supported her, using her own scholarship money to cover her expenses. When Elara was recruited into the Moonchaser Racing Club, she recommended Lesley to her agent as her navigator.Meanwhile, Vincent and the others had been hired as highly paid international engineers. In the beginning, Lesley had no way of communicating with them. It was Elara who always held her hand and helped her run forward.When they parted ways, Elara had poured most of her money into Lesley, sending her abroad for further studies."When I was 14, Mr. Leonard Fisher brought me to the Capitol. He dressed me in the finest clothes, gave me the most expensive imported stationery, provided me with a car, and let me live in a private apartment."He did all this not to spoil me, but to free me from unnecessary labor and pointless social intera

Harvey lifted his gaze and double-checked the apartment number. It was correct. This was the place Elara rented with Merida.Standing in front of him was Lesley, dressed in gray plaid pajamas that leaned toward a more androgynous style. She had even thrown on a loose-fitting loungewear jacket over them.She had just been about to start her skincare routine, so her bangs were pushed up with a sports headband, making her look even more like a fresh-faced, youthful young man."Harvey Fisher!" Lesley's expression turned instantly cold.She had never formally met Harvey face-to-face. Five years ago, there had been a few times she spotted him from a distance, but that was it.However, she had done her research. The moment she found out about Elara's divorce, Harvey's photo became her personal dartboard.Harvey's sharp, oppressive gaze swept over Lesley's face. The suffocating pressure he exuded burst out like a wave, filling the narrow space. "Lesley Lupone, is it?"Like a monarch iss