The Dead Fiancé's Return: Too Late, She's His Uncle's Wife Now novel Chapter 79

Chapter 79

“Drift King is here!” someone announced.

“Drift King?” Cathy’s eyes slightly dimmed. Was Robin ignoring her because of Drift King? She begrudged Drift King’s fame, feeling overshadowed and overlooked. It was an undeniable fact that she was the most talented female racer at the moment. Though she was dissatisfied, she recognized Drift King’s reputation among the racers. She suppressed her discomfort and tugged on Calix’s sleeve, saying, “Let’s go and take a look too.”

She had never seen Drift King before. Of course, her purpose in going was not because of Drift King; his identity was not important to her. She just didn’t want people to perceive her as arrogant.

Robin was the first to run onto the racetrack. A yellow sports car slowly approached. The car’s sharp lines revealed Fredrica’s bold and confident face. She was wearing a black and white racing suit,

which enhanced her striking beauty.

Fredrica’s beauty was different from Cathy’s. It exuded a dominant and heroic aura, completely embodying the essence of a tough elder sister. Sitting next to her was a person wearing the same racing suit. Since they were in the car and wearing a helmet, their gender wasn’t clear. They appeared delicate and slender.

Robin rushed over, almost blocking the path. Fredrica had to hit the brakes to avoid hitting him. Ignoring the danger, Robin ran to the passenger side and opened the car door. The person inside the car finally moved, slowly taking off their safety helmet.

Before their helmet was fully removed, only a delicate chin was revealed, and a sound of surprise came from the crowd!

Robin’s excitement froze. “Fredrica, what is this?”

Cathy and Calix approached, and when Cathy saw the person inside the car, her expression visibly stiffened. “Anya… Anya?”

“Fredrica, what are you trying to do? We were all eagerly waiting for Drift King, and you bring…” Another racer, Howell, looked at Anya with disdain. He had been to the Quinn family and had seen this inconspicuous ex–wife.

“Didn’t you say you would bring Drift King?” Robin’s face was extremely unpleasant.

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He had been waiting for Drift King for four years. In a race back then, Drift King won the gold medal by being nearly a lap faster than the second–place finisher. He had captivated countless fans and had an enormous following in the racing world. There was a saying in the racing community: anyone who raced was a fan of Drift King.

Robin didn’t like it.

With his current status, he wouldn’t normally bother with such small and worthless races. However, his heart was set on competing with Drift King, to settle the question of who was truly superior.

Robin was acquainted with Anya. Despite his arrogant attitude, he was a familiar face among the Quinn family and had a close bond with Calix. He didn’t bother asking Anya about her situation with the Quinn family due to his naturally respectful demeanor, and he had a lot on his plate.

Not doing those things didn’t mean he would connect Anya with Drift King.

Fredrica scanned the crowd, searching for the perfect moment to introduce Anya as Drift King. However, her gaze soon fell on the two people holding hands.

She smirked inwardly and decided not to say it out loud. She turned to Robin with a smile and said, “Whether it’s Drift King or not isn’t important. What’s important is that the person I brought today has extraordinary skills.”

Robin sneered. Regardless of how skilled someone was, it didn’t matter if they weren’t Drift King. Although others were disappointed not to see Drift King, they still had Thunder Strike. They couldn’t even compare to Thunder Strike.

Now that they had the chance to challenge him, this trip wasn’t in vain.

“You can’t just compare anyone,” some of the other racers sneered. They already looked down on female racers, and now seeing Anya’s delicate appearance, they didn’t believe she could race. Some even thought she would find it difficult to drive on the track. Having run on the training track themselves, how could they tolerate Anya’s reckless behavior?

However, it was known that Fredrica had some reputation in this circle. She couldn’t outright refuse. They reached a consensus that a selection race would be the most efficient way to determine the chosen one.

Their idea was simple: eliminate Anya through the selection race, and even Fredrica had nothing to say about it.

Fredrica turned to look at Anya. Anya’s competitors looked at her with pleading eyes, silently hoping

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she would withdraw from the competition and they could skip the selection race altogether. None of the rich young masters would be willing to compete with her, a weak and inexperienced woman. Would they even need to drive against her?

Even if they won, their reputation would suffer. Anya, however, remained silent, lost in thought. Fredrica understood and gracefully tapped the steering wheel. “Alright.”

Since Anya wasn’t willing to withdraw, they could only proceed with the plan. Though the others were displeased, what could they say? Secretly, they rolled their eyes at Anya. She was overestimating herself, wasting their time.

Fredrica and Anya seemed oblivious to everyone’s dissatisfaction. Fredrica hopped out of the car to join the others in drawing lots to determine the groups. Robin and Cathy, being of a higher rank in this group, were exempted from the selection race.

Anya’s perspective

I remained calmly seated in my car and noticed Cathy and Calix standing not far away. I still couldn’t be bothered to look at them.

This person was truly strange. When I was madly in love with Calix, even just a smile from him could make me happy all day long. During those ten–plus days when I learned that Cathy had returned from abroad, I felt so tormented, anxious, and fearful. I was in chaos, restless, couldn’t sleep well, and had vivid dreams. Just the thought of them being affectionate with each other was heart–wrenching.

Now, after the divorce, I didn’t feel anything even when I saw them together. I didn’t even have the urge to look at them. On the contrary, Calix’s gaze darkened as he stared at me.