Amidst the waves of shock and skepticism from the crowd, Serena looked at Chloe Bishop with a contemptuous sneer. "Chloe, do you even have a racing license? Don't think for a second that just because you know how to drive a luxury car, you can call yourself a racer. Not everyone is cut out for the track."
She stepped closer, her voice dripping with mock concern. "Why not just stick to being the 'First Socialite'? Why would a pampered princess like you want to touch a race car? Don't come out here just to humiliate yourself on the track. If you fail, that precious status of yours won't survive the fallout."
While Serena’s words were harsh, they echoed the silent thoughts of nearly everyone present. If any socialite could simply walk onto the track and be called a racer, what did that make
