Chapter 687 Yolanda’s Heartbreak

Chapter 687 Yolanda’s Heartbreak

When Number 18 went through the first turn, she was interfered with by a white sports car and almost flew off the track.

Fortunately, her skills were solid, and she dodged the danger with a drift.

However, because of this incident, her ranking fell behind.

Yolanda covered her mouth in shock: "This girl is so cool, even more exciting than movie special effects. Paxon, do you know her? Can you help me get her autograph later?"

Paxon smiled slightly: "Sure."

Hearing this, a cunning gleam flashed in Yolanda's eyes.

She could tell that when Paxon looked at Number 18, his eyes held deep affection.

When he saw her in danger, his hands involuntarily clenched into fists.

So she was certain that Paxon and this Number 18 must have some secret relationship.

As long as she leaked this information to Victoria, someone as proud as that wealthy heiress would never tolerate such a thing.

She would definitely break off the engagement with Paxon.

Then she could openly pursue him.

Thinking of this, Yolanda couldn't help but smile smugly.

The race was intense, with every lap thrilling.

Until the final moment, no one knew which car would win.

Sharp screams rang out at the scene.

Number 18, who had been falling behind, suddenly accelerated in the last two laps, overtaking several cars in a row and jumping into the top three.

All the spectators turned their attention to her, excitedly shouting "Number 18."

On the last lap at the turn, Number 18 didn't slow down but pulled off an extreme maneuver.

This move was like dancing on a knife's edge—if not controlled properly, she would crash straight off the track.

Everyone's hearts jumped to their throats.

Finally, Number 18 crossed the finish line first in front of everyone.

Excited screams erupted at the scene.

Yolanda was also captivated by this girl.

She had always thought that extreme sports like racing were only for men.

She never imagined that a girl could race at this level—crushing all the competitors and taking first place.

Yolanda looked at Paxon excitedly: "Number 18 is amazing. Paxon, don't forget to get me an autograph. From now on, she's my idol."

Paxon stood up from his chair, his voice casual: "Let's go, I'll get you that autograph."

These races were closed off, and to protect the safety of participants, spectators couldn't access the racers.

Unless you had special connections.

Paxon was actually going to use such special connections to get her an autograph.

Yolanda's heart leaped with joy, and she immediately followed him in her high heels.

The two of them, one after the other, came to the racing area. All the racers had already crossed the finish line and were sitting in their cars waiting for the organizers to announce the results.

Paxon led Yolanda past security and came to Number 18's car.

He tilted his chin toward Yolanda and smiled: "I brought you here. If you want an autograph, ask for it yourself."

Yolanda nodded with a smile and immediately walked up to Number 18's car with small steps.

She tapped on the window: "Hello, Number 18. Your driving skills just now were absolutely amazing. I really like you. Can you give me an autograph?"

To show her sincerity, she politely bowed toward Number 18 and held out her little notebook.

Number 18's window slowly rolled down, revealing a familiar face.

When Yolanda saw that face, her movements instantly froze.

She stared at Victoria for a long time, unable to say a single word.

Victoria removed her helmet and smiled at Yolanda: "Ms. Sharp is being so respectful to me, I can't accept this."

Seeing this person and hearing this voice, Yolanda finally realized—Number 18 was Victoria.

So Paxon had known all along, that's why he had looked at her so affectionately.

Thinking about how respectful she had just been to Victoria, Yolanda wanted to die.

Victoria raised an eyebrow at Yolanda: "Are you surprised, Ms. Sharp? Did you think I, this proud heiress, could only be a decorative vase on Paxon's desk and couldn't do anything else?"

Hearing these words, Yolanda clenched her fists hard.

Only now did she realize that Paxon had played her.

He brought her here just to let her see Victoria's confident side.

Seeing her silence, Paxon smiled and ruffled Victoria's hair: "Baby, you were great. Just now Yolanda was praising you, saying you're her idol, and she insisted I bring her to get your autograph."

Victoria looked up at Paxon, her face beaming with a playful smile: "I won the race, don't you have any reward for me?"

Paxon leaned down, looking deeply at her, his voice somewhat husky: "What kind of reward do you want? Material or spiritual?"

Facing his closeness, Victoria's heart beat faster, and her cheeks gradually turned red.

She pretended to be casual: "Material, of course."

Paxon smiled and pinched her chin: "I think giving both spiritual and material rewards would be better."

Victoria blinked nervously a few times, her voice soft: "What's the spiritual reward?"

Paxon's thumb gently brushed Victoria's lips, his voice becoming huskier: "The spiritual reward I'm talking about is this."

Before Victoria could react, Paxon had already leaned into the car, his warm lips covering hers.

She instantly widened her eyes in shock.

Behind them were continuously screaming spectators, and beside them were fellow racers.

Paxon was actually kissing her in front of everyone.

She was about to push Paxon away when a large hand firmly held the back of her head.

Paxon unexpectedly deepened the kiss, leaving Victoria with no escape.

He cupped Victoria's face with both hands, passionately kissing his girl.

The kiss was lingering and heated.

This made the screams at the scene even more intense, and also made Yolanda, standing nearby, stomp her feet in anger.

Paxon was kissing Victoria in front of so many people—wasn't this basically announcing their relationship publicly?

Yolanda clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging into her flesh without feeling any pain.

Just watching the person she liked kiss another woman.

This blow was even harder to bear than being killed.

After who knows how long, Paxon slowly released Victoria, looking at her tenderly: "Are you satisfied with this reward?"

Victoria had long been kissed weak all over, the corners of her eyes red.

She punched Paxon's chest in frustration: "You're terrible, so many people are watching."

Paxon raised an eyebrow nonchalantly: "I saw you enjoying it quite a bit just now, even actively responding to me."

"Paxon, do you want to die!"

Paxon smiled and pinched her cheek: "There are no cameras here. They can't see your face, they'll only remember you as Number 18. But it seems Ms. Sharp saw all our secrets."

He turned to look at Yolanda, casually saying: "Sorry, I got carried away just now and forgot you were still here. I hope you won't tell anyone."