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The dark brown leather jacket exuded a subtle sheen in the sunlight, while the pure black skinny leather pants clung to her thigh contours, showcasing her perfect figure with a prominent front and raised back, making it impossible not to admire her incredible charm. If she were to appear in front of Osiris in this outfit, he would surely be stunned and unable to recognize her. After all, who could compare the hot and modern urban beauty before their eyes with the once inconspicuous country girl?
"I specifically had someone replicate your favorite 911GT1 this time."
Gert came back after negotiating at the race track, his tall figure and the distinctive aura of the race car suit making him particularly eye-catching.
"Elena, are you sure you don't want to have a speed and passion competition?"
In contrast, the weak and fragile Wenwen looks like she has no attack power, while Maxim seems completely out of place in the race car scene. "Haven't you always favored this kind of retro style race car?" His voice was faint, with a sickly sense of beauty, and his fair face made him look like a decadent artist. When his gaze turned to Elena, it seemed to carry a certain longing and radiance.
Only when looking at Elena did the gloomy expression gain a bit of radiance.
"I used to really like it," Elena admitted, her voice tinged with a hint of wavering, "but now, I'm actually a bit afraid of race car."
The sudden kidnapping at the race car track three years ago became an eternal pain in Elena's heart.
In fact, just standing at the entrance of the race car track, those terrifying memories are enough to make her legs weak, almost unable to support her body.
Just then, Gert suddenly appeared behind her and loudly exclaimed in his energetic voice, "The Snowd Family's children never fear fear."
His palm landed heavily on Elena's back, the force almost causing her to fall, and she could barely steady herself!
Her back was burning with pain, causing her to glare at Gert involuntarily. Gert seemed unaware of his excessive force, just grinned awkwardly. Nearby, Maxim had long been accustomed to this and had already kept his distance when he saw Gert approaching.
Compared to the other two children of the the Snowd Family, Orly looks at Gert with deep affection. She is completely drawn to Gert's charm, her eyes filled with admiration and love. She almost absentmindedly says, "Gert, you're such a good man."
Elena couldn't help shaking her head after hearing that, feeling like she was beyond help. She reached out and tugged on Orly's ear, half scolding and half jokingly saying, "Hey, you're beyond help."
Orly rubbed his sore ear and grumbled, but still looked at Gert with adoration.
Although the scene was a bit noisy, it did help to slightly relax Elena's mood.
Gert noticed Elena's discomfort and approached her with some guilt, saying softly, "I'm sorry, I forgot you have a small frame."
Elena just shook her head gently without saying anything.
She knew Gert didn't mean it, but the fear and unease were something she had to face and overcome on her own.
But Gert is someone who doesn't know how to give up. Seeing Elena disagree, he turned the competition into watching him race, and he was determined to get Elena into the race car track. Elena was worn down by him and could only agree. While Gert was adjusting their race car, Maxim pulled Elena's sleeve.
"Should we escape now?" Maxim playfully winked at her, making Elena smile.
She raised her hand to push back the strands of hair in front of her forehead and teased, "Sure, you go first."
The playful glint in her eyes brought out her mischievous charm.
Gert had just crawled out from under the car when he happened to see Maxim and Elena exchanging sly smiles and whispering to each other. He furrowed his brow, feeling a sense of unease. Suddenly, he became agitated, pushing aside the car body and shouting loudly, "Elena, come back here!" His voice echoed across the race car track, drawing the attention of the people around.
Caught red-handed, Maxim faced Gert's burning gaze. He chuckled nervously and put on a nonchalant appearance, but a hint of wariness flashed in his eyes.
Seeing the situation, Elena realized the gravity of the situation and quickly slowed her pace, but she couldn't escape Gert's sharp gaze.
"You two are going too far!" Gert complained, pulling one of them by the hand. He felt like a pitiful mother being rejected by her children, feeling guilty and helpless at the moment.
"Mark, this must be your idea, and Elena, you..." Before Gert could finish his sentence, he was suddenly interrupted by the ringing of Elena's phone. He stopped, furrowing his brow slightly, and looked at Elena, gesturing for her to answer the call.
Taking advantage of Gert's momentary distraction, Elena quickly shook him off and ran to the corner. She hadn't noticed before, but now she glanced at the caller ID on her phone and furrowed her delicate eyebrows. After a few seconds of hesitation, she pressed the answer button.
"Elena, why did it take you so long to answer?" Osiris's voice was low and hoarse, as if hiding some terrifying emotion about to erupt.
Elena habitually bit her lip.
"What's the matter?" Her tone was completely calm.
Osiris At the moment, he didn't notice anything wrong with her, but became even angrier after looking around.
"I always thought you were a gentle person, Elena, I underestimated you."
Elena trembled slightly, but still clenched her teeth.
"I don't understand what you're saying. Osiris, you said it yourself, once divorced, we shouldn't entangle with each other anymore. What do you mean by this now?"
"Elena, don't pretend to be innocent, don't let me be completely disappointed in you." There were footsteps on the other end of the phone, and Osiris seemed to be comforting someone, with a woman's low sobbing in the background.
Elena looked startled.
It's Amanda.
Osiris only has a special feeling for Amanda.
"Why are you calling Amanda? Amanda has no grudge against you. If you are really dissatisfied with this marriage, come at me. I've already said it, I will compensate you for whatever you want."
Osiris's tone was dissatisfied, even with undisguised anger. But Elena only felt absurd.
"When did I call her? Not to mention how I could have her number. We are already divorced, and divorce means we have no more interaction. Why would I threaten her for no reason? Are you crazy, or is she crazy, to say such absurd things!"
Her series of questions made Osiris fall silent for a moment on the other end of the phone. Clearly, Osiris hadn't expected her to argue back. "Who would curse themselves with vile words? Amanda, you almost died from your threats, and it was a struggle to save you."
Osiris said in a deep voice, "I saw her phone, and it's your number. No one would fake that. I don't want to doubt someone I've lived with for three years, but you have to explain this to me."
Osiris still hopes to leave each other some dignity.
But being wrongly accused, Elena felt like her heart was about to explode.
Osiris He simply doesn't believe her words. In his eyes, her defense is just an excuse to absolve herself. Even before this phone call, he had already convicted her. This is unfair!
"I will never admit to something I didn't do. Osiris, since you only believe Amanda's words, I have nothing more to say. Whatever I say, you won't listen anyway."
"Elena!"
Ignoring Osiris's anger, Elena hung up the phone.
......
So annoying.
Elena pounding on the pillow.
Amanda What does it have to do with her if she threatens suicide? With her pitiful appearance over the past three years, it's a miracle she's not being threatened by anyone! As for her phone number, hell if she knows what's going on!
"Hey, my dear sister, why the long face since you came back? Whose call made you angry?"
Maxim leaned against the door, leisurely flipping through a novel. When Elena looked over, he raised the corners of his mouth and gave a faint smile.
"Nobody."
Elena She replied perfunctorily and continued to pummel her poor pillow. The only person who could make her usually carefree younger sister so concerned was that person.
Maxim had a momentary change in expression, but he concealed it well.
"Mark, do I look like an easy target to you?" Elena suddenly glared at him, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes dark and inscrutable with emotion for a moment.
"Um, a little bit," Maxim rubbed his chin, pretended to think seriously for a moment, then saw Elena sit up in frustration.
"I knew it, why does everyone dare to ride on my head!" She grabbed her long hair and pulled it in annoyance, "I've had enough, I'm going to the salon later to cut off this lousy hair!" Elena once loved her long hair the most, but now, she just wants to cut ties with the past using this long hair.
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