Aurora's smile remained unchanged, her voice growing even softer.
"Joshua, thank you so much for watching my race so closely and giving me such valuable advice."
Stella was speechless.
Watching the race closely?
He was closely playing Plants vs. Zombies, wasn't he?
No wonder he had insisted on asking her opinion earlier. He must have anticipated that Aurora would ask him about it after the race.
He was so lazy that he didn't even bother making something up. He just copied and pasted her exact words.
Just then, Henley spoke up. "It's no fun for you two to just stand here and watch. Do you want to experience it for yourselves? If you don't know how to race, I can take you for a spin. I guarantee you'll fall in love with the adrenaline rush."
Henley had already figured out a plan to help Aurora.
He would take Stella out for a high-speed joyride.
He would either terrify her until she lost her composure or make her vomit and pass out so she'd have to be sent straight to the hospital.
Wouldn't that get rid of her?
It was such a simple solution.
Even if Stella refused, he could get a few people to jeer and pressure her until she couldn't say no.
For someone like Henley, dealing with a delicate, pampered woman like Stella was far too easy.
He couldn't quite figure out how Sellers and Aurora had ever stumbled when it came to her.
Was she just incredibly good at playing the fragile, innocent victim?
Professional racers like Henley despised women who constantly cried and played weak.
He had known Aurora for a long time.
While he hadn't thought much of her racing skills in the past, his impression of her wasn't too bad.
After all, for a wealthy heiress like Aurora, reaching an amateur level was already quite impressive.
In motorsports, men and women naturally had differences in stamina and physical strength.


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