Chapter 887 Another Bet
Her response sent ripples across the audience, both in the stands and online. Her boyfriends, proudly watching the stream, playfully raised their hands in solidarity, causing the chat to explode. Xavier, not even thinking, instinctively puffed out his chest with pride, even though no one was watching him directly.
But the backlash came just as quickly. International viewers, especially fans of the blonde racer, began to criticize Hera, accusing her of arrogance and exaggeration. After all, the blonde wasn’t just any racer. He was Europe’s reigning champion, known for his wild, unpredictable style and his striking, celebrity-like looks.
He had endorsements all over the continent and was even scouted by entertainment agencies. That fame had clearly gone to his head, and now, his fans were doing damage control, refusing to acknowledge his sleazy behavior.
"Ha! Don’t make things up, little sister. Are they really more handsome than me?" the young racer scoffed, puffing out his chest. "Look, I’m already doing you a favor by showing interest. Even if you lose this race, you’ll still gain popularity just by standing next to me. Who knows, maybe you won’t win the trophy, but you’ll win some brand deals by playing with me. Sounds like a good trade, doesn’t it?"
He grinned widely, as if he’d just offered Hera a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Hera, unimpressed, rolled her eyes in plain disdain and looked back toward her garage.
As if on cue, Xavier rose from his seat and positioned himself front and center, unmissable. Beside him stood Alexandre, who hadn’t meant to look so threatening, but his furious scowl and crossed arms made his feelings perfectly clear. The young racer’s sleazy remarks had clearly rubbed him the wrong way.
Xavier, though perfectly composed on the surface, exuded an icy presence that chilled the air around him. The tension was too obvious to miss.
The NRT’s manager and coach, standing nearby, instinctively stepped back, gulping nervously under the weight of that quiet fury.