The elite racing competition held once a month wasn’t just an ordinary competition.
It was held at a specially built race track for the big shots in the country. Young rich folks usually came by to compete against one of another.
It was usually a power-show to prove that they were better than the other. The spectators place their monetary bets on who would emerge the winner.
Whoever won got to keep all the monetary bets to themselves, as well as the feeling of being the winner.
After all, the young rich heirs and heiress all liked to win.
Amelia was in the mood for some game tonight. She got to the racing track and filled in her information.
She looked around and saw Sophia and Damian. She looked away, immediately not really wanting to cross paths with them but it was t
