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Kimberly frowned at Damon’s harsh wonds. “Damon, canty
can’t you say a single kind thing?”
Danon, unbothered, snorted raldly, “Sorry, Mom, but I don’t have anything nice to say about ber“
“You” Before Kimberly could start lecturing, Noelle interjected. “Damon, that’s not fair”
“Oh! Not fair!” Damon sneered looking at her with
disdain
Noelie, however, remained serious. “Mom enjoys cooking, and I huppen to know how to cook. Teaching her makes her happy, and it ensures the pasta she makes in the future is safe to cat. Isn’t that a win–win situation? Why do you call that manipulative?”
Damon’s face darkened, and he replied coldly. “Because your motives aren’t pure. You’re just trying to win them over
“And why shouldn’t I? Noelle asked, puzzled. They’re my parents too. Is it wrong to make them happy?”
“They’re not your parents, Damon snapped through gritted teeth. “You’re just trying to force your way into this family so you won’t be left out
Noelle tilted her head, genuinely confused. “Of course I want to fit in. I want everyone to like me. Why is that a problem!”
“Oh, stop pretending You’re trying to take Leia’s place. Don’t act like you don’t know it,”
Tm not trying to take Leia’s place.”
Noelle looked straight into Daron’s eyes, unwavering. “I just want everyone to like me. How does that translate to taking Leia’s place! Can’t we both coexist: Damon, I really don’t understand your logic”
“You.” Damon tried to argue, but he found himself altering.
Noelle’s words made sense–too much sense. It made him look like he was being unreasonable.
No. That couldn’t happen. He had to stand firmly by Leia’s side. He couldn’t let Noelle shake his resolve.
Shaking his head to dispel the doubt, Damon glared at her and snapped, “You’re just a scheming woman. There’s no way you’re sincere about
Norlle raised her eyebrows. “Damon, what makes you say that! What evidence do you have that I’m manipulative?”
1Duron stuttered, unable to respond.
He had stubbornly convinced himself that Noelle was scheming, yet he had no proof to back it up. Everything she did seemed straightforward almost like she was a simple minded fool. Where was the manipulation”
“Well Damon Where’s your proof?” Noelle pressed on, unrelenting.
“Ugh. enough already Damon exclaimed, visibly sweating
Just then, a staff member knocked on the door and entered. “Damon, are you done? The race is about to st
Relieved, Damon quickly turned and said. “I’m on my w
With that, he practically fled the reception mont
start. You need to head out.”
Since Kimberly and Noelle were
e were Damon’s mother and sister, the racing team had an
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I VIP seats for them to watch the race.
Despite Damon’s earlier turmoil, his undeniable skill shone through during the competition.
The race began, and though Damon fell behind briefly, he quickly regained focus. Pushing past his frustrations, he caught up to the first place driver and overtook them with cair,
dis the end, he secured the championship with an impressive 15–second lead over the runner–up.
As Damon stepped out of his rar, swarm of reporters descended upon him.
In front of the cameras, Damon was a completely different person. Cone was the fiery friendly, he will answered every question the reporters ilitew at him.
temper he showed Noelle. Though not exactly warm and
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After handling the press, his teammates crowded around him. While everyone knew Damon was skilled, his crushing victory still drew admiration.
“Damon, you’re incredible. You’re definitely taking the championship at the World League!”
“Yeah Dumon, you’re a pain to deal with, but your driving skills are unbeatable. I love you, man!”
“Senoudy, is there anyone in the world who can rival Damou?
“Being imbeatable must be so lonely”
Though he appreciated the compliments, Damon remained grounded.
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When his teammates started comparing him to a goil, he couldn’t help but tease, “Alright, that’s enough. I’m far from the best. There’s still a long way to go before I can claim the title of w
‘world’s greatest
“Whoa, whoa, Damon! Is that humility we hear!”
“Come on, you’re the best! You’ve already won the World Racing League championship. If not you, then who ele?
Damon smirked. “Sure, I’ve won official competitions, but what about the unofficial ones!”
“What do you mean?” someone asked, confused
Another teammate nudged him. “He’s talking about underground racing, dummy”
“Oh, you mean those illegal street races”
Underground racing was a lawless arena, where the only rule was speed. Drivers could use any means necessary to win.
Though dangerous and unregulated, the high stakes and massive prize pools attracted top
tier talent.
“Tumon those guys are just reckless daredevils. They’re nothing compared to you. If they were that good, they’d be competing in official races” one Beammate remarked.
“You don’t get it,” Damon replied, exasperated. “Official races have strict rules and selection processes. Not everyone can participate. Some of the best drivers are barred from competing and have no choice but to race underground,”
Brice another racer, grinned and shing an arm around Damon. “Let me guess–you’re thinking about that person, aren’t you?”
Damon didn’t respond, but his silence spoke volumes.
The others, still confused, asked, “Who? What person?”
Brice answered, “Someone named ‘Emberling”
He continued, “A year ago, at Fallwood Raceway–the holy ground of illegal racing–Emberling shattered the record, finishing two minutes ahead of the runner–up. No one’s come close to breaking that record since
“Whoa, that sounds impressive, someone murmured.
“It’s not just impressive, Damon interjected, his voice heavy with admiration. “It’s extraordinary”
“Damon, why are you hypsing them up so much! Sure, they might be good compared to others, but if you were there
“I’d still be a minute behind, Damon cut in, his gaze distant,
Everyour love.
Damon continued, “When that race happened, it was a big deal. Plenty of official racers tried to beat Emberling’s record, but none succeeded. I was one of them. Even with a clear track and no obstacles, I still fell a minute short.”
“Holy… Turdinsaur, one teammate whispered, finally grasping the magnitude of Emberling’s skill.
“Who are they? A man! A woman someone asked.
Damon
pressed his lips together, saying nothing
Brice shrugged. “That’s the beauty of underground racing. No one asks questions. A fake name is all you need. To this day, no one knows
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Emberling’s identity–or even their gender.”
TI End them” Damon said firmly, clenching his fists. “No matter what it takes. I will meet Embering”
At that moment, a bright cheerful voice called out, “Damont Damon!”
