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League 433
League 433
Mille fell into a brief silence, trying to recall his name. After a quick search on her phone, she found the code name Looking up, she calmly uttered, "K." The receptionist quickly glanced at Millie, nodded, and reached for the phone to place a call.
A relaxed and laid-back male voice sounded behind Millie. "That's me."
Millie immediately turned and saw a man in a black and green racing suit with a black helmet. She couldn't see his face, but his voice sounded familiar
Under the helmet, K gazed at Millie intently. A smile illuminated his face as he spotted her disguise. She was truly remarkable.
On the other hand, Winston was utterly oblivious. He foolishly chose to dump Millie for Joanna.
'I'm K." He held out his hand toward Millie with a touch of pleasure in his tone.
For a long time, he had been asking Millie out, and he finally succeeded this time. However, it wasn't because she was Millie, but because she was Seven. His passion for racing ignited when he unreasonable.
"Why? I simply want to compete with you. I have no interest in selling myself. *He quickly hugged himself.
Millie rolled her eyes. "What are you thinking? I'm not interested in you."
She just thought his voice sounded familiar and wanted to confirm if he was the person she had in mind. She wasn't particularly familiar with that person, but she was curious.
K cleared his throat. "I'll show you if you win."
Millie frowned and snorted. "That's fine too. So you won't accuse me of being interested in you."
"If you lose..." he began.
Approaching the race area, Millie declared, "Then I'll tell you a secret."
"I know you're Seven. I don't need you to tell me," he replied.
Millie gave him a meaningful look, surprised that he saw through her trick. She wondered how he knew that she would confess that she was Seven.
"Did I guess correctly?" he smiled, his tone slightly mischievous.
Millie was certain that he was an attractive man, although a little immature. Without hesitation, she went to get ready.
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helmet, revealing Kennedy's face. As
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Millie walk away, 19
determined smirk formed on his lips.
He had been tracking her for years. He had lost to her last time on Ambrose Street, and he hoped to win this time.
Soon, the match between the two
started Looking at Millie in the driver's seat, Kennedy rolled down the window and calmly asked, "You won't cry if you lose, will you?"
"As if. Stop talking nonsense." Millie was annoyed. She had never lost before.
He just smiled. Indeed, Millie always won.
The horn blared, signaling the start of the race. Millie's car instantly zoomed ahead, with Kennedy's car right on her tail.
A lot of spectators gathered on the field and watched the two drivers. "K again? How many consecutive wins did he have tonight?"