Chapter 76

Chapter 76:

Ava had been down in the dumps for days, her mind tangled with frustration.

Not only had she failed to stop Fernanda from taking the exam, but Fernanda had aced it spectacularly, leaving Ava humiliated.

To top it off, Mabel had lost her career in the fallout. Her public apology had gone viral, and now she was practically in hiding, waiting for the chaos to die down before daring to show her face again.

But Ava couldn’t afford to skip the annual motorcycle race. She had been Bobby’s motorcycle girl for three consecutive years, and she wasn’t about to let anyone snatch that spot—not this year, not ever.

In the motorcycle race, each participant had the option to pick a stunning woman as their motorcycle girl. She could either wait at the finish line to cheer them on or join the ride, sharing in the exhilarating rush of the race together.

More often than not, the motorcycle girl was the racer’s girlfriend. For three years, Ava had proudly held that title by Bobby’s side, and she wasn’t ready to relinquish it.

Lately, though, Bobby and Fernanda’s growing closeness had shaken her confidence. Her heart pounded at the idea that Bobby might actually ask Fernanda to be his motorcycle girl.

With so many people watching, if he really chose Fernanda, how could she possibly endure the embarrassment? The thought of such public humiliation was unbearable.

No—she had to stop that from happening at all costs.

Resolving to act, Ava strode over to Bobby and handed him his race badge.

“Here’s your badge. I got it for you,” she said.

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The badge was blue, emblazoned with the number 9.

Bobby’s eyes lit up as he took it.

The official race number.

Ava wore the matching red badge on her wrist. The badges always came in pairs—blue for the racer and red for their motorcycle girl.

Bobby pocketed the blue badge, but to Ava’s shock, he reached over and pulled the red badge right off her wrist.

Ava’s eyes widened.

“Bobby, what are you doing?” she exclaimed.

Ignoring her, Bobby turned to Fernanda with a bright smile and handed her the red badge.

“How about being my motorcycle girl?” he asked.

Ava stared at him, stunned. Her lips parted, but no words came out. She couldn’t process what she was seeing. Bobby’s focus was entirely on Fernanda, acting as though Ava didn’t even exist.

Just as she had feared—he wanted Fernanda.

“Motorcycle girl?” Fernanda asked, her curiosity piqued. “What’s that p>

Bobby’s grin widened.

“It’s a partner for the racers—like a lucky charm. If you become my motorcycle girl, I’ll be extra motivated to win first place. What do you say p>

He spoke with genuine enthusiasm, gently reaching to slip the badge onto Fernanda’s hand, as if afraid she might refuse.

Ava could barely believe what she was witnessing. Bobby—always so prideful—was acting eager, almost desperate, in front of this girl from the countryside.

Why? Why was he bending over backward for someone like Fernanda?

Her frustration surged, tears brimming in her eyes as she watched Bobby go out of his way for a girl she didn’t believe deserved it.

But then, Fernanda gently shook her head, stopping Bobby.

“Sorry, but I can’t p>

Bobby’s expression faltered, disappointment clouding his gaze. “But why p>

“How could you say no? Being Bobby’s motorcycle girl is such an honor!” Ava interjected, irritation evident in her voice.

Watching him treat Fernanda this way was bad enough, but her refusal only added fuel to Ava’s fury. What gave her the right to behave like this?

“You think you can boss me around?” Fernanda shot Ava a look. “Just because you’re chasing after him doesn’t mean everyone else is p>

“You!” Ava’s cheeks flushed red. “Don’t you know how to speak respectfully p>

“You should fix your attitude first!” Fernanda retorted, disdain dripping from her tone. “This entitled act of yours is seriously irritating p>

Noticing Fernanda’s irritation, Bobby quickly turned to Ava. “Go away. This is between us. Stay out of it p>

Ava’s anger boiled over, her words caught in her throat as her face heated. “She’s not going to be your motorcycle girl now p>

The words came from behind Fernanda, calm and steady.

Bobby froze as he recognized Cristian’s voice, instantly understanding what was happening. Cristian wasn’t just making a point—he was stepping in. It was clear now: Cristian was in this race, too, and he intended to make Fernanda his motorcycle girl.

Frustration seized Bobby. This wasn’t fair! Sure, Cristian was impressive, but couldn’t his angel spare him a glance? Cristian had already spent so much time with her—couldn’t he let her ride with him for once?

Unmoved by Bobby’s silent protests, Cristian pulled out a blue helmet and held it out to Fernanda. “Ready?” he asked.

Cristian took a badge and gently fastened it around Fernanda’s wrist. The badge bore the number 3.

“You’re already signed up,” he said with a smile. “Contestant number 3 p>

Bobby’s eyes widened as he stared at the badge. “Wait—number 3? Are you saying she’s racing too p>

“That’s right,” Fernanda nodded, running her fingers over the badge. “It seemed fun, so I signed up. Sorry, I can’t ride with you p>

Bobby’s disappointment vanished and he burst out laughing. “Oh, that’s fine! I thought you were rejecting me, but you’re in the race too p>

Cristian hadn’t spoken loudly, but Ava, lurking nearby, caught every word. She hadn’t seen this coming—Fernanda joining the motorcycle race? Did Fernanda even know how to ride?

Ava eyed Fernanda’s slim frame. Sure, she had a great figure, but there was no hint of athletic ability. Ava was convinced that Fernanda’s real motive was to show Cristian and Bobby that she shared their interests, hoping to close the distance between them.

Her disdain for Fernanda deepened with every passing moment.

“Hurry up and choose a bike,” Bobby urged. “Make sure it’s a good one, so the photos and videos turn out great later. Honestly, you’ll look amazing no matter what p>

Watching his cousin’s eagerness, Cristian could only sigh and shake his head.

“What about that white one?” Fernanda suggested, pointing to a bike in the second row. “I think that’s perfect p>

She had ridden that model before and loved its smooth performance. It wasn’t too tall either—ideal for someone of her height.

Ava examined the bike. Its sleek, delicate lines made it appear more refined than the other, rougher motorcycles—fitting for a woman. Fernanda clearly cared more about how the bike looked than anything else.

Ten minutes later, contestants began claiming their motorcycles. Since Fernanda had already chosen hers, she didn’t need to return to the lineup. Cristian took her arm and guided her to the temporary rest area in the parking lot.

“This is for you,” he said, handing her a shopping bag. Inside was a set of black motorcycle gear, complete with a helmet and protective pads.

Because she had signed up at the last minute, Fernanda hadn’t had time to prepare her own equipment. She hadn’t expected Cristian to be so thoughtful. Grateful, she thanked him and slipped into the temporary changing room.

The gear fit her perfectly, the soft fabric making it incredibly comfortable. When she stepped out, Cristian’s eyes sparkled with admiration.

The form-fitting outfit highlighted her figure beautifully, especially her long, slender legs. Her hair flowed freely down her back—left loose so she could don the helmet more easily. The zipper of her leather jacket was fully fastened, drawing attention to her delicate features. Her balanced proportions gave her a graceful yet powerful presence.

Without missing a beat, Cristian remarked, “You look amazing p>

“You’ve got great taste,” Fernanda said, smiling.

She genuinely loved the outfit he had picked for her.

Cristian paused for a moment, then grinned. “I do, don’t I p>

His tone carried a deeper meaning, and Fernanda couldn’t shake the feeling that his comment about having great taste went beyond just the clothes.