The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

As soon as the lights came on, she gunned the throttle and took off!

Actually, her speed wasn’t fast, and the red motorcycle was first to squeeze into the bend, with the white bike accelerating to overtake between second and third place.

The commentator’s voice was also very excited, “We see the black bike currently in fourth, very steady; the yellow bike has completely blocked her path!”

“The battle between first and second is heating up—look at the white bike go for the overtake!”

The bend at the starting line wasn’t big, and Bai Lian maintained a moderate speed throughout.

It wasn’t until the first left bend that Bai Lian took to the middle of the road, as she always did when riding this mountain road at night, because sometimes there would be other cars, and it offered a better view.

Now it was the same: at the left bend, Bai Lian’s dark eyes narrowed, and she leaned forward to minimize the wind resistance. With a gentle push of her left hand, the bike instantly tilted left, creating an acute angle with the ground!

Having studied physics, Bai Lian naturally understood.

If the speed was fast enough, she could lean lower through the bend.

The camera switched to her just in time to see her bike, at high speed, almost blur, making it hard to see her clearly, but the viewers knew that the bike was at a sharp angle with the ground, nearly touching it with her clothes as she passed.

Gasps of amazement came from the crowd periodically.

The race track had a total of fifteen bends.

The race lasted less than twenty minutes, and Bai Lian was too familiar with this road, just as she had said: she could run it with her eyes closed.

“Quick, we have the black bike—last two bends and she’s going to overtake third place?” the commentator was passionately exclaiming!

The last two bends.

A left followed by a right, the biggest and most difficult section of the entire track.

If not managed well, one could either crash or drift off the track, and the first three riders were also braking to control their speed, except Bai Lian whose speed remained unchanged. She rested her heels on the footpegs, adjusting her posture to control the bike’s center of gravity.

The black motorcycle under her command was like a nimble warhorse, leaning into and pressing through the bends, leaving a trail of sparks and flash on the outer track!

“Look, she’s passed one!”

“Let’s see if she can hold onto third place!”

On the final lap, the camera was fixed on her.

With the high-pitched screech of rubber on asphalt, the red bike stopped at the finish line, followed swiftly by the black bike cutting through the bend past the original second-place yellow motorcycle — “zzzt!” — stopping at the finish line.

On the big screen, the intense battle made it impossible to pay attention to anyone else.

All eyes saw the black bike resting next to the red one, with the rider in a white and black racing suit casually resting one hand on the cool-colored fairing and the other pulling off her helmet, as her legs supported her against the ground.

Her dark hair was loosely tied at the back of her head with a band, and under the slanted white lights, the loose strands were lifted by the wind, turning her tumbled dark hair luminous with a pale yellow glow. Her cool gaze inadvertently swept towards the camera, aloof yet wild.

It was a rebelliousness etched in her very bones.