Queen Of Racing: Rebirth And Revenge

When looking at Steve's transcript, Albert was happy to see that his previously rebellious son had become so obedient and studied hard.

Knowing that Steve would stay in Harold's villa tonight, he sighed, "Oh, you don't have to be in such a hurry to do your homework. You can finish it after you come back."

"I'm just worried that when I go to race, I won't have enough time to study, and I will be too excited to calm down. Study hard when it is time to study, and have fun when it is time to play."

"Are you going to Switzerland tomorrow?"

"No. We go to K City tomorrow to have some practices, and then go Switzerland with our team members." Steve explained.

"Okay, have a good time. Be careful."

"Okay."

Steve said a few words to Albert and then hung up the phone. Jared took him to the guest room for rest.

In Derek's home, when Derek came out from the bathroom, Alina lay on the bed and watched him pick up the documents and go out. She couldn't help sitting up from the bed and asking, "Derek..."

"What's wrong?" Derek stopped an

who is he?" She could tell from Harold's pricey suit that he was not a common man. The man in black suit behind him looked like a bodyguard, and next to him stood a little boy.

Who were these people? Why had she never seen them before?

They then walked towards the boarding gate. Alina slowly stood up and followed them. She didn't dare to come close but could only follow them in a distance.

Though she bought the same business class ticket as theirs, but since they were far away from each other, Alina didn't need to worry about being recognized.

As soon as she got on the plane, Wendy leaned on the chair and fell asleep, with her head leaning on Harold's shoulder.

Looking at Wendy silently, Derek suddenly changed his face and shouted in a hurry, "Wendy."

"Hush!" Harold made a "Shh" gesture with his finger.

"How could she..."

"I'm OK. Don't wake her up." Harold shook his head, his eyes full of warning.

Then Derek withdrew his gaze and sat back to his seat, with his eyebrows tightly knitted. He felt something was wrong.