The Priceless Diva Who Left His World In Ruins

" Sebastian gave Emilia a wary lo

answered, her tone

k rippled thro

eadlier than any standard racing event. Not only did it deman

l. The course was a straight line, but at

pushing their cars to the limit, but could only

e those who dared to get their bumper as close as possibl

lculate perfectly how far their car would keep rollin

ould send them straight to failure or crashing i

round; the more advanced sta

ives, adrenaline junkies kept lining up for the cha

to gamble with their lives just for a shot at it-not to me

turned cold. "Have

wrong, Rodger? You afra

n stunned outrage, una

wife get the nerve to challenge a pro-especia

to make him notice her, or was s

level as Racer Ace-the living legend of the t

eside Rodger, draping herself over

do realize how unpredictable the Death Race is, don't you? Are

me want to punch your face." Emil

eyes as she looked up at Rodger

her in gentle tones. "Don't worry, Violet. I'm ri

better watch yourself. Say one more word against Violet, and I promise you won't get away with it. I'm n

it look as if he was ready to

e ridiculous hopes. There's no world where I'd choose you. Viole

e angelic Violet who had once saved him. In hi

ht ever take Violet's place

embrace, Violet shot Emili

ould always choose her in the end. And she would never let Ro

a's face, waiting to see her brea

othing. There wasn't a trace of sadness,

didn't match the memory of the woman who once hung on his

with her whole heart, Emilia di

maybe she was putting on this cool front

re was no way Emilia, who'd once

t the track, feigning indifference,

soon shatter, and then she would b

little games and fool him? How laughable. H

routines, too ordinary to ever become the kind of woman others admired.

of Emilia on her knees, face streaked with

eer of contempt to his l

nd of cutting words when Emilia's v

ave the guts to face me in the Death Race?" E

, raising an eyebro

ou lose, I take twenty percent of the Mitche

ough the crowd. Not too muc

ou think you deserve twenty percent of

orted. "If you really have no confidence in your bro

ulous! Rodger would never lose to you. If I'm pla

lia. "Fine. I'll put up twenty percent of th

ng smile. "A treatment from Asclepius