The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1055

"Sorry, but no." Mirabella's response was as firm as a locked door.

Jonathan felt the sting of rejection again, and his expression dimmed a bit more. He managed a half-hearted grin as he glanced at Mirabella. "Are you sure? Look, I know you don't need the money or the commission. But maybe there's something else you want? We'll try to make it happen, just to have you on our team for this race."

In the world of professional racing, if you couldn't see the talent right in front of you, it might be time to hang up the helmet.

Jonathan was convinced that with the owner of that silver sports car on their side, their odds of winning would skyrocket. Even if victory slipped through their fingers, they wouldn't end up in the dust.

That's why Jonathan was determined not to give up.

Mirabella's brow furrowed, feeling she had heard enough. With a quick "Sorry," she sidestepped Jonathan and headed towards the restroom.

Jonathan stood there for a moment, sighed, and walked over to his car. Just as he'd opened the door and slid into the seat, a voice from above caught him off guard.

"Did you just mention a commission?" Mirabella was at the car door, her expression as casual and laid-back as ever.

Jonathan looked up, momentarily stunned, before he gathered his wits. "Don't worry, the commission won't be small. Can you take me to him now? Time's tight; the race is about to start."

Mirabella thought for a moment, then pointed to the passenger seat. "Hop in."

Jonathan blinked in surprise but did as she said, clambering into the passenger seat.

Mirabella got in, buckled up, and fired up the engine. "The track next door, right?"

With that, she hit the gas, and the car took off.

This time, Mirabella fell silent.

As they neared the race track, Mirabella sighed softly, easing off the gas. She pointed to the helmet on Jonathan's head. "Mind if I borrow that?"

Jonathan quickly removed his helmet and handed it over.

Feeling more secure with the helmet on, Mirabella couldn't help but think that negotiating with friends was always tricky.

Soon, under Jonathan's guidance, the red sports car pulled into the designated lane.

Jonathan, the lead driver, had the prime starting position. Unbuckling his seatbelt, he stepped out, pausing to look up at Mirabella one last time. Curiosity got the better of him. "Are you really sure we can win? Our main competitor is Andi, the third-ranked racer in the world."