chapter349

The window of the lead sports car slid down, and a cocky, red-haired guy leaned out, flashing a grin at Lydia and her crew.

"Well, look who it is. Chris and his little biker squad."

Chris pulled off his helmet and shot the guy a cold look. Nathaniel, move your cars. Your team's blocking the road."

Nathaniel just laughed, lazy and full of swagger. It's a public road. We'll drive our way, you drive yours. Honestly, I think you're the ones in our way."

The road at Wind Canyon was wide, but Nathaniel's crew had taken over both lanes.

Nathaniel, what's wrong with you? Turn around and look. Your people are blocking the whole road," Chris snapped.

Nathaniel just shrugged, arm hanging out the window, looking like he owned the place. "I don't see anyone blocking the road. Actually, looks like you're blocking us."

"Are you blind or just stupid?" a cool, calm voice cut in. Lydia's words hung in the air. Nathaniel raised his brows, a spark of interest in his eyes. "Oh? There's a girl with you?"

"Nathaniel, shut up!" Chris barked. "She's-"

Nathaniel cut him off with a smirk. "Oh, I get it. She's the one who dealt with Neil for you, right? Come on, Chris, that's just sad. You still needed a girl to step in and save your pride. Doesn't that embarrass you?"

He clicked his tongue and shook his head, acting like he was some big shot.

Chris's face went red with anger.

"Nathaniel, you're not any better. Didn't you lose to those same guys in a race?" Chris fired back.

Nathaniel's temper snapped, like someone had pressed the wrong button. "Chris, you trying to piss me off? You think I wanted to lose? So you won a championship once Big deal my dad hadn't told me to stay away from n' you, I'd have left you in the dust ages ago!"

The Robinsons and the Jeffersons were both legendary families in the Capital, powerful and always at odds because of politics. Nathaniel and Chris both loved racing, but for some reason, they never raced together. Even at international competitions, they somehow always managed to avoid being in the same event.

Chris scoffed. "Wow, you just keep talking. I've got not one, but three international championships." He held up three fingers, slow and steady. "And you? Not even

one."

Nathaniel cursed under his breath. Chris, what are you so smug about? At the end of the day, you still needed a girl to fight your battles. That's just pathetic."

Chris shot him a cold look. "They say small eyes are sharp, but you can't seem to focus at all. Let me introduce you. She's the queen of motorcycle racing. Honestly, with your skills, you're not even fitte

carry her helmet."

Nathaniel was fuming, completely losing his cool, but Chris's comebacks were sharp as ever. He just couldn't keep up.

Chris, you're just jealous. My eyes are bigger than yours, even when I squint. And her? The queen of motorcycle racing? Nathaniel's eyes slid over to Lydia, sizing

her up.

She had the body of a model and a vibe that screamed confidence, but he wondered what her face was hiding.

He leaned out further, voice dripping with condescension. So, little girl, since Chris thinks you're so amazing, how about a race? You know how to drive, right? Or do you want me to give you a lesson?"