The rain thoroughly soaked through her clothes, Natalie Vaughn's body suddenly began to tremble, not knowing whether it was because of the cold, or because of what Zane Thorne said.
On this rainy night, the man's tall, broad back sheltered her from the wind and rain, like a protective deity. Her teeth couldn't help but chatter, starting to click against each other.
He didn't respond to Zane Thorne's proposal, instead, Felix Langdon stepped forward.
"If possible, I'd like to give it a try with you."
He wore a white shirt and gray trousers, a neat outfit, standing in the rain, his bangs soaked and almost covering his eyes. He just stared quietly at Zane Thorne.
Upon hearing this, Zane Thorne looked over, squinting his eyes. He knew this person. Entered the racing circle at 18, winning several championships over a four-year career.
"Alright."
After speaking, Zane Thorne glanced at the defiant person from before.
Good with words, but won't amount to much.
