Chapter 141
Chapter 141:
Jensen clapped Fenton on the shoulder. “Make sure she gets the hang of the car, and keep things smooth p>
Then, leaning closer to Brinley, he lowered his voice. “Rosara, I saw the stuff online. If you need backup, just say so p>
Warmth spread through her chest, and she nodded. “I’m good. Don’t worry p>
Sliding into the white car’s driver’s seat, Brinley took a deep breath.
This car was far less powerful than the red one, but that was the point—it practically screamed “beginner p>
T𝗵е 𝗆𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝗈𝘱𝘶𝘭а𝗿 𝘯𝘰𝗏𝘦𝗹𝘀 𝗈𝗻
Fenton settled into the passenger seat, calmly guiding her through the car’s controls and features. “The brakes are a bit loose, so you’ll want to ease into them before corners,” he advised.
Brinley nodded, absorbing his words with focus. She deliberately kept her driving cautious to mimic a beginner’s skill, even hesitating slightly at turns.
Fenton stayed patient, offering gentle corrections whenever she slipped up. After a few laps, she began to settle in, gradually picking up speed and handling corners with smoother precision. While nowhere near Rosara’s level, her performance was believable enough not to look like a complete rookie.
“You’re getting the hang of it quickly, Brinley,” Fenton said, genuine admiration in his voice.
Brinley smiled, about to reply, when a familiar black Maybach caught her eye at the track’s entrance.
Her pulse spiked, her fingers tightening on the wheel. Why was Austin here?
The Maybach’s door swung open, and Austin stepped out, his sharp black suit clashing with the track’s grimy, oil-soaked vibe—yet somehow commanding every gaze.
He strode straight toward them, and Fenton quickly hopped out to greet him. “Mr. Moore,” he said respectfully.
Austin gave a brief nod, his eyes locking onto Brinley through the window with a subtle smirk. “It seems like you’re coming along nicely p>
Brinley stepped out of the car, brushing dust off her clothes with practiced nonchalance. “Hardly. I was just fumbling through some practice. What brings you here p>
“I was nearby and figured I’d swing by,” Austin said, his gaze flicking to the white car. “This car doesn’t really match you p>
“I’m a beginner. A high-end car would be overkill,” Brinley replied.
He let out a soft laugh, not pressing the point, and turned to Fenton. “How is she doing p>
“Brinley has real skill and picks things up fast,” Fenton said honestly.
Austin nodded, his eyes drifting back to Brinley. “Want to take my car for a spin p>
Brinley hesitated, glancing at the Maybach, then quickly waved it off. “No way. I’m not ready for fancy cars p>
“Not the Maybach,” Austin said, nodding toward a sleek silver-gray sports car parked at the entrance, clearly worth a small fortune. “That’s my practice car. It has solid performance p>