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Chapter 142
Chapter 142
Chapter 142
Astrid couldn’t help but chuckle at the girl’s despairing expression before her, reaching out to put á
comforting hand on her shoulder. “What’s your name?” she asked.
“My name is Teresa. Take care. I’m leaving now,” Teresa answered. Her cheeks turned as red as an
apple when Astrid touched her. She looked so adorable.
Barely able to look Astrid in the eye, Teresa brushed off Astrid’s hand and left the restaurant in a hurry.
Teresa felt like she was dreaming after her idol put an arm around her. She practically floated out of the
restaurant.
Astrid left the restaurant and started walking towards her hotel along the river. Before she even
reached her hotel, Rickon sent her a message on WhatsApp: “Star, I won’t be able to have lunch with
you tomorrow. I’ve got some business.”
Astrid was curious about his message. “Got a date?” she asked.
“No, The Racer challenged me to a race tomorrow,” Rickon replied.
“The Racer? Which one?” Astrid asked. NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.
“Who else could it be? It’s Fate, holder of the top speed record in Formula One,” Rickon explained.
Astrid’s eyes widened at the message, and she immediately called Rickon. As soon as he picked up,
she blurted out, “Bro, take me with you! I wanna go!”
Rickon replied, “Star, you know how eccentric The Racer is. He only wants to meet me. But I can get
his autograph for you.”
“Oh,” Astrid said, sounding a bit disappointed.
Hearing her disappointment, Rickon tried to cheer her up. “I’ll get it personalized for you.”
With that, Astrid was instantly cheered up. “Thanks, bro! Love ya!”
Astrid’s admiration for Fate started when she was fifteen.
One day after she had been beaten up by Sandra, Chad showed her a racing video on the way to
school.
It was a video of Fate winning his first world championship.
Despite everyone’s skepticism, 22–year–old Fate had proven them wrong and climbed to the top. He
said, “Step on the doubts and mockery with your strength, then you’re the king.”
The image of the defiant young man deeply impressed Astrid. Yes, she could be her own queen.
She began to change, studied like crazy, fell head over heels for racing and the 22–year–old lad.
But her admiration for Fate was not romantic love, but the passionate love of a fan for her idol.
To the world, Fate was a mystery.
Aside from his gender and age, no one knew anything extra about him.
He was the god in the eyes of all racers, and many of his records remain unbroken.
But why would such a person want to race with Rickon?
She was increasingly perplexed.
Back in her hotel room, Astrid finished her nightly routine. Afraid of sleepwalking again, she piled up a
bunch of bottles behind her door, as usual, then got into bed and began a video call with Roman.
The video was quite shaky on Roman’s end.
One moment, the camera was pointed at the ceiling, the next at the wall.
“Roman, why don’t you point the camera at yourself? Point it at your face,” Astrid suggested.
No sooner had she finished speaking than two faces appeared on screen.
“Astrid, what are you up to? Is work hard? If you need something, let me know. I’ll get it for you,” said
Amanda Lampard.
Astrid, who had been lying in bed munching on chips, sat up at once, embarrassed. “Thank you,
ma’am. I’m doing fine. I don’t need anything.”
Astrid often video–chatted with Roman, but this was the first time she saw him at Amanda’s house
during a call.