Chapter 127
Chapter 127:
“Hello? Rosara?” A startled voice rang out on the other end of the line. It was Warren Barton, Brinley’s former teammate. “Wow, it’s been ages since you last called me p>
“Warren, I need to ask you something.” Brinley sounded slightly tense. “Do you know Austin Moore p>
“Austin Moore?” Warren’s voice rose instantly, full of intrigue. “Oh, I’ve actually crossed paths with him! He was incredible when he dabbled in rally. Even though he never went pro, he was easily one of the best in the amateur circuit. We even raced against each other once. His cornering skills—honestly, they were more daring than some professionals I know p>
Brinley’s hand trembled so hard she nearly dropped her phone.
So Austin’s claim was true—he had dabbled in racing before, and his skills were surprisingly sharp.
𝖩оi𝗇 о𝘂r с𝘰𝘮m𝘂𝗇𝘪𝗍у 𝗼𝗻 gа𝘭ո𝗼𝘃el𝘀.с𝗈𝗆
“What’s the matter? Why are you suddenly asking about him?” Warren sounded genuinely puzzled.
“Oh, nothing. Just curious. Warren, I’ll have to call you back—something just came up p>
Brinley hung up and sat on her bed, unable to steady her thoughts.
She had assumed Austin was only mildly curious about racing, but knowing how good he truly was unsettled her.
Would he really take part in that exhibition race?
Meanwhile, Austin was on a call with Miguel in his study.
“It’s been confirmed, Mr. Moore,” Miguel reported crisply. “The men shadowing Mrs. Moore last time were acting on your brother Ryder’s orders. I’ve already dealt with it p>
Austin leaned back in his chair, drumming his fingers lightly against the desk. His voice remained even as he said, “Understood p>
He hesitated before adding, “Also, look into…” But he stopped himself. “Never mind. Get some rest p>
After he hung up, Austin opened his racing simulator and pulled up the exhibition race track map.
On the screen, a sleek black virtual car surged forward, cornering and overtaking with flawless finesse.
Austin had already confirmed his participation with the FIA.
From the very beginning, he had sensed Brinley’s secret passion for racing. At one point, he had even considered ordering Miguel to dig deeper, but he decided against it.
He didn’t need evidence. On the track, the truth would reveal itself on its own.
Over the next few days, Brinley threw herself into her project.
The exhibition race overlapped with the final phase of her work, and she was determined to wrap everything up before then. But the more she rushed, the more obstacles appeared.
Brinley glared at the rejection notice on her screen, gripping the document tightly in frustration.
“They’re demanding forty-five percent landscaping coverage?” she snapped, slamming the document down on the desk. “Our plan already exceeded the national standard by three percent. Forty-five percent is impossible p>
Corbin looked pale. “Mr. Saunders said… it’s a new regulation that must be strictly enforced. He also added that if we don’t comply by next week, the project will be suspended p>
“A new regulation?” Brinley snorted, scrolling through her recent calls. “Funny how he never mentioned it when I spoke to him yesterday p>