The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella)

Are you kidding me? Official racing events are risky as hell. Miss Mira, no matter how sharp her driving skills, can't outmatch those pro racers. Crashes that wreck cars and even take lives? Sadly, they're pretty common.

If he let her in, Grady would have his head for it.

But Monday wasn't backing down. "Come on, I'm genuinely asking for a favor here."

Atlas raised an eyebrow, saying, "No way. She doesn't even have a racing license. Even if she wanted to help, it wouldn't work."

"No worries, this isn't an official race. We don't need licenses," Monday quickly chimed in.

Hearing this only made Atlas more convinced to keep Miss Mira out of it. He might not have raced himself, but he'd seen plenty of these underground races in his younger days-brutal, bloody, and way more dangerous than any professional circuit.

Atlas didn't bother arguing with Monday any longer. He simply had his guys escort him out.

Out of options and faced with a solid no, Monday headed back to his car, disappointed.noveldrama

He glanced back at the track with a sigh. What a shame.

Atlas watched the car drive off before finally turning away.

Meanwhile, Mirabella and Grady had wrapped up a couple of laps. Grady, not quite the spring chicken anymore, decided to take a breather.

Mirabella got out, her sleek hair a bit windswept, her face glowing under the track lights. She shot Grady a thumbs-up, "You've got some serious skills behind the wheel."

Grady, leaning on the car and catching his breath, waved her off, "Nah, I'm getting old, can't keep up like I used to."

"You're still young at heart," Mirabella chuckled.

Atlas handed them each a bottle of water.

Grady took a swig, catching his breath before saying, "I'll rest a bit and then give it another go."

Mirabella nodded, "Alright, I'm just gonna hit the restroom."

Grady gave a faint nod.

Atlas pointed her in the direction of the restroom, and Mirabella thanked him before heading off.

The restroom was a bit of a walk from the track, and midway, someone suddenly blocked her path.

Mirabella looked up at the young guy in her way, her expression calm, waiting for him to speak.

After driving a fair distance, Monday had a change of heart and turned back for reasons he couldn't quite explain. He waited at the intersection near the track, even though the race was about to kick off.

Spotting someone leaving the training area, he instinctively intercepted them, surprised to see someone so young and, notably, so striking.

Scratching his head, Monday glanced toward where Atlas had been and asked politely, "Hey, you're with those folks over there, right?"

He gestured in the direction where only Atlas's silhouette could be seen.

"What do you want?" Mirabella's demeanor was cool, her tone soft.

"I'm looking for whoever was driving that silver sports car on the track just now," Monday said, a bit boldly.

With it being night and the lights at the track not quite reaching the stands, Monday hadn't realized Mirabella was the one driving the silver sports car.

Mirabella's eyebrows arched slightly, "Why do you want to know?"

Checking his watch, Monday quickly replied, "I saw her driving skills, and they're impressive. I'd like to ask her to race for us in a competition. Could you pass the message along?"