Goodbye My Billionaire Ex-Husband Watch Me Win のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 181 - チャプター 190

Nathan POVLap eight and Emily was 3.4 seconds clear.I stood at the pit wall between James and Blake. I watched the gap number grow with everyone's attention on the screen. "She's managing it," James said. "Not pushing. Building the gap and controlling the pace.""Is that the plan?" Blake asked."That's always the plan from the start," James said. "Control the race and don't give anyone a reason to gamble."My phone buzzed. Ethan. From the pit wall seats ten metres away.“She's so fast. Is she always this fast?”I typed back without looking away from the screen. “Yes”Three seconds later. “Why did she stop racing?” I put the phone in my pocket.Lap fourteen. Davies moved to P2. He'd passed Alves cleanly through the Maggotts complex, a move that drew a genuine reaction from the crowd. James called it over the radio, calm as always."Davies P2. Gap to Emily 3.1. Lucas P4.""Copy," Emily said. Two words. Completely composed.Lap nineteen. The first pit window opened."Emily. Box this

Nathan POVThe team dinner was loud and warm, it went on two hours longer than planned.Forty-three people around long tables in a Northamptonshire pub that had probably never hosted a Formula One victory celebration and handled it with complete British composureWe ordered more fish and chips, more drinks poured, no fuss made about the trophy sitting at the end of the bar.Davies made a speech that was mostly about Emily's turn nine exit and ended with him saying he intended to be faster than her by Singapore. The table responded to this with the specific energy of people who loved him and didn't believe him.Lucas said three words. "Best day yet." Sit back down. The table cheered.James stood up last, looking at Emily across the room."Six months ago," he said, "Emily Zhou walked into a technical briefing with a laptop, a chassis philosophy, and a corner exit theory that none of us fully understood yet. She told us we were going to compete." He paused. "P1 and P2 today. P3 in the co

Emily POVRace morning in Singapore felt nothing like Silverstone.Silverstone was open and loud with the energy of a home crowd that had been waiting all year. It was electric and blazing with heat that sat on your skin before you'd even stepped outside. The city was already awake at seven AM boats on the marina, the skyline catching early light, everything slightly surreal the way Singapore always was. I sat on the hotel balcony having a conversation with myself.Having two thoughts like I always do.The scared side said “Hoffman is twenty-six and has been the fastest driver on this grid for two seasons. He knows this circuit better than you. He qualified eight hundredths faster. You grazed a wall in practice and these streets are unforgiving.”The other side said “you found the wall and went deeper the next lap. You found six hundredths in turn five at midnight because your daughter texted you from boarding school. You have been building toward this race for seven years.”I listen

Emily POVI knew before I saw her.Not because Nathan had told me anything or Marcus had said more than he did.But because I had spent seven years in a marriage to a man who thought I couldn't read aroom and I had learned to read every room I walked into before I cleared the doorway.The Sinclair delegation was six people. Four of them were business while the other assistants flanked a senior partnership director named Gerald who Blake had worked with before. I met Gerald in London three months ago. He was sixty, efficient and completely without pretension.The other two were Isabella Sinclair and a woman I didn't recognise who appeared to be apersonal assistant rather than a business one.Isabella was thirty-three. I knew her profile the way I knew every major player in any industry similar to ours. Sinclair Industries had been a potential partner for eight months. I read her business record, she had a Stanford MBA and her lifestyle brand was genuinelyimpressive, profitable and

Emily POVI walked toward Isabella with my face completely approachable."Isabella," I said. "Can I steal you for a moment? There's a view from the east terrace I wantto show you. The circuit is still lit."She smiled. "I'd love that."We walked out together.The terrace was empty. I stood at the railing.Isabella stood beside me.We looked at the city for a moment."It's beautiful," she said."Yes,"I said.Then I turned to her."Tell me about the Raffles Hotel." I said.A smile stayed on her face for exactly two seconds after I said it.Then it changed into something more honest. kind of recognition."Blake," she said."Blake," I confirmed.She looked at the city. "What do you want to know?""Everything you think I don't already know," I said.She was quiet for a moment and Isabella Sinclair did the thing I had not prepared for.She told me the truth.She told me about the preliminary meetings. The way she had positioned herself asNathan's business contact. The dinner was all her