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"Swift used to have plenty of people," Chloe Bishop continued, her voice projecting across the silent track, "and yet it still fell into decline. Why?"She paused, letting the question hang in the air before answering it herself. "As long as you have elite skill, a team of just a few can still be profitable. You can still become famous across the country, and you can still break onto the international stage. Please remember one thing: this world listens to strength, never to headcounts."The veterans and staff stood frozen. Those words—this world listens to strength—vibrated through the wreckage of the courtyard. The silence lasted for a long time until Chloe suddenly shifted her tone, her expression softening into a polite smile."I haven't had the chance to properly introduce myself yet. My name is Chloe Bishop. I’m your new teammate and a complete newcomer to the racing circuit. I look forward to learning from all of you seniors.""You're really a newcomer?" asked Frank, the fleet

Coach Lee and Vince the Mechanic watched the scene with beaming faces. Since the day Ethan passed away, the atmosphere at the team had been stagnant and suffocating. It had been a long time since they felt this kind of electric excitement.While the race roared on, Chloe Bishop walked over to the row of mangled vehicles. Her brow was furrowed with concern. Competitive race cars in the country were almost entirely imported; with the National Qualifiers so close, she wondered how Xavier Grayson planned to solve the hardware problem in such a short window.Fortunately, as she popped several hoods to inspect the configurations, she confirmed that the destruction was mostly cosmetic. The high-value internal components—the heart of the machines—remained largely intact.The crew watched her curiously. Was she not at all worried that Lyra might lose?Vince voiced that very question to Coach Lee, who simply chuckled. "The result was decided before the engines even started."He was right. By th

"But he never actually harmed her, did he?" Liam Martin asked, his voice hollow.If only he had processed these thoughts sooner, perhaps things wouldn't have reached this point of no return.Lana slowly released his collar and sank back into the sofa. Her rage had simmered down into a heavy, weary frustration. "Don't you get it yet? Chloe Bishop is married. You and her—it's over. There is no 'us' anymore."Liam thought of the scene he had witnessed that morning at the Grayson estate—the domestic intimacy of Chloe adjusting Xavier’s tie—and closed his eyes in agony. He remained silent for a long time.Lana looked at his pale, exhausted face, and the last of her fire died out. "I’ve said my piece. I just hope you finally realize who you truly need to protect." With that, she stood up and walked out of the living room.Liam sat there, motionless. Lana’s parting words echoed in his ears like a sentence.Eventually, he stood up and walked to Snow’s room. He pushed the door open softly and

As Lyra stumbled out of the VIP suite, leaning heavily on Julian’s shoulder, she blinked blearily at the group. "Chloe... what are you all staring at?"Chloe quickly retracted her gaze from the closing elevator doors, offering a thin, practiced smile. "Nothing. You’re drunk, Lyra. I’m taking you home."She felt a wave of relief that Lyra hadn't witnessed the scene. With Lyra’s blunt personality, if she had seen Xavier snubbing Chloe while walking with Yara, the entire city would have known about their fractured marriage by dawn.On the drive back, the image of Yara’s hand resting on Xavier’s arm played on a loop in Chloe’s mind.The media reports were likely eighty percent true. Xavier was almost certainly the powerhouse backing Yara’s meteoric rise. Had he shaken her off once the doors closed? Or did he let her cling to him? What exactly was their history?Chloe’s thoughts were a tangled mess of static and suspicion. After dropping Lyra off, she headed back to the estate.Xavier hadn

Chloe forced a brittle smile, her arms winding around Xavier’s neck in a defiant embrace. "So, no matter how much you test me or humiliate me, I’m just supposed to keep smiling and pleasing you, right?""You call that humiliation?"The faint, elegant scent of her perfume drifted into his senses, but Xavier’s expression remained a mask of ice. He clamped down on her slender wrists, his grip tightening without restraint. "Let me tell you something: this kind of 'humiliation' is going to be a permanent fixture from now on. You'd better toughen up that glass heart of yours."Chloe winced, her brow furrowing as the pressure intensified. She felt as though her bones might snap. Gritting her teeth against the sharp pain, she gasped, "If you're so bothered by the idea that I still have feelings for Liam, why are you insisting I attend the dinner tomorrow?""Bothered?"Xavier let out a short, hollow laugh. "Chloe, you think far too highly of yourself. I’m simply disgusted by the thought of a w