A genius like X would never just fade into the crowd of ordinary people.
Henley guessed that X might have met with some sort of accident.
After all, the accident rate in professional racing was far too high.
Some crashes had nothing to do with the driver's skill level; they were just a deadly convergence of unexpected factors.
Henley felt a pang of regret that such a brilliant talent had perished so soon.
Thus, he could only shift his focus from X to Aurora.
Nurturing a rival for himself seemed like a fun endeavor.
Aurora was his friend, and since this Stella woman—who constantly made Aurora suffer—had finally stepped onto his turf, how could he miss this chance to exact revenge?
It wasn't just about helping Aurora; it was also about supporting his buddies, Sellers and Sherman.
Henley had already scripted exactly what he would say next once Stella refused his offer.
But right then, Stella's voice rang out.
"There's no need for you to drive us. However, I will have to trouble Mr. Holloway to prepare two cars with similar specs and lend us an empty track. We plan to experience it ourselves."
Henley smirked. "Don't be so quick to refuse. You can just try it out first..."
Mid-sentence, reality caught up with him.
"What did you just say?"
Joshua shot him a cold glance. "We're troubling Mr. Holloway to lend us two race cars."
Aurora looked at Stella in shock. "Star, are you going to race too? Driving a race car is completely different from driving a regular vehicle. It looks simple, but it's really not that easy. If you haven't done this before, it's best to have someone guide you your first time."

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