Chapter 178: Face Slap! Lucas Everett Kneels to Beg for Mercy

Chapter 178: Chapter 178: Face Slap! Lucas Everett Kneels to Beg for Mercy

"Ho... holy shit! Is Sienna Everett really that badass at racing?! She’s running circles around a pro like Lucas Everett. She’s on the same level as The God of Racing, Zephyr!!"

"With that level of skill, why hasn’t she joined a team? If she went pro, she could be the next Zephyr!"

"Sienna Everett said before that she promised someone she wouldn’t race anymore. It looks like that was true..."

"Damn it, I just said Lucas Everett would win this race. I was so blind!"

Lucas Everett, of course, realized Sienna Everett was toying with him. He gritted his teeth, fury flaring in his eyes.

But he couldn’t catch up to Sienna Everett no matter what, so all his anger was for naught.

He could only watch helplessly as Sienna Everett crossed the finish line ahead of him.

When Lucas Everett finally reached the end, he got out of his car and SLAMMED the door shut. He was just about to demand why Sienna Everett had been messing with him.

It was the ultimate humiliation!

But then he saw Sienna Everett get out of her car, looking completely unfazed. The bright sun shone on her, illuminating her fair, flawless skin and vivid red lips. In a lazy, contemptuous tone, she said:

"I went easy on you so many times, and you still couldn’t win."

"Pathetic."

Lucas Everett froze, then flew into a rage, his handsome face twisting in fury.

’Pathetic...’

’How dare Sienna Everett call him pathetic!’

Keith Sterling ran over excitedly, just in time to hear Sienna Everett’s completely undisguised declaration of "Pathetic."

’That look—the contempt and disdain written all over her face, blatantly telling Lucas Everett, *I’m looking down on you*—it was just... so full of queen energy!’

Besides Keith Sterling, Orion Hawthorne, Evan Shelby, and Isabelle Sutton also ran over.

"Sienna, you won! That’s great!"

Isabelle Sutton was so happy she practically danced, leaping forward to hug Sienna Everett.

Hearing Isabelle Sutton’s voice, Lucas Everett stiffened slightly and couldn’t stop himself from turning to look at her.

The moment their eyes met, Isabelle Sutton looked away, refusing to even glance at him.

Lucas Everett’s right hand, hanging by his side, clenched into a tight fist.

Ian Prescott walked over unhurriedly, a faint smile on his lips. He wasn’t the least bit surprised that Sienna Everett had won.

Lawrence wiped a tear from the corner of his eye with a handkerchief, his gaze shimmering with excitement and nostalgia. ’Finally...’

’Finally, I get to see Zephyr on the racetrack again...’

"Ah, I almost forgot something important!" Keith Sterling clapped his hands, a triumphant grin spreading across his face. "Lucas Everett, according to our bet, the loser has to kneel and beg for mercy. You haven’t forgotten, have you?"

Lucas Everett’s face darkened, his expression turning incredibly ugly.

’Making him kneel and beg for mercy from Sienna Everett in front of all these people...’

’They might as well just kill him!’

"What are you waiting for? Kneel," Keith Sterling said, refusing to let Lucas Everett off the hook.

’It was Lucas Everett’s own fault for being so aggressive and bullying Sierra earlier. Sierra had already said she promised someone she wouldn’t race anymore, but he still mocked and pressured her.’

"Sienna Everett..." Lucas Everett’s gaze was heavy, his expression fierce. "I’m your fourth brother. If I kneel to you, do you think you can handle that honor?!"

The corners of Sienna Everett’s brilliant eyes lifted slightly, her beauty dazzling. "What, are you trying to go back on your word?"

The nearby racing fans were all looking over. Though no one spoke, their scrutinizing gazes were blatant.

’It was a bet they agreed on beforehand. If he’s going to be a sore loser, that’s just pathetic. He can’t even stand by his own words. What kind of man is that?’

Lucas Everett’s brows furrowed deeply. He couldn’t bring himself to kneel and beg for mercy from Sienna Everett.

’Even if everyone looked down on him, he would never kneel to Sienna Everett.’

Suddenly, there was a THUD.

Lucas Everett’s pupils contracted as he let out a muffled grunt of pain.

Someone had kicked him in the back of the knees from behind!

The pain was so intense that Lucas Everett’s legs gave out, and he fell to the ground with a THUD, landing squarely on his knees in front of Sienna Everett.

Ian Prescott calmly retracted his foot, his voice as cold as an icy stream flowing under a frozen surface. "Do you need someone to teach you the meaning of keeping your word?"

Keith Sterling burst out laughing. "As expected of Lucas Everett! Even his kneeling posture is so unique!"

Forced to his knees, Lucas Everett immediately looked up, only to meet Sienna Everett’s condescending gaze from above.

Sienna Everett casually lifted her right leg, tilting Lucas Everett’s chin up with the tip of her shoe. Her gaze was imperious. "Now you know... whether or not I can handle your kneeling?"

In an instant, Lucas Everett’s face turned livid. His lips pressed into a thin line, and the look in his eyes as he glared at Sienna Everett could have shot flames.

’That bitch Sienna Everett... humiliating her fourth brother like this!’

’She used to be too scared to even speak loudly to him. She wouldn’t dare talk back even when he hit or cursed her. How did she become...’

Lucas Everett trembled with rage. Kneeling before Sienna Everett under everyone’s gaze was the height of humiliation and indignation, and he resentfully scrambled to his feet.

But Sienna Everett couldn’t be bothered to spare him another glance.

She shot a look at Keith Sterling, Ian Prescott, and the others, then left the racetrack.

Lucas Everett stared at Sienna Everett’s departing back with a savage glare, the hatred and loathing in his eyes growing ever deeper.

’How could he have a biological sister like her?’

’She couldn’t compare to Shannon in the slightest!’

’And Sienna Everett’s racing skill... for it to be this high...’

As Lucas Everett tore his gaze away, he noticed the complicated looks the surrounding racing fans were giving him. He frowned, and their judgmental stares made him feel humiliated all over again...

「After leaving the racetrack.」

Sienna Everett hadn’t seen Lawrence in a long time, so she accepted his invitation to have lunch at his estate.

To fulfill his duties as a host, Lawrence had his servants prepare a table laden with local delicacies.

Partway through the meal, Keith Sterling couldn’t hold back any longer. "Sierra, when did you start racing? And how did you get so good?"

Orion Hawthorne, sitting across from Sienna Everett, looked up at her. "You really are amazing."

Evan Shelby pondered for a moment, then looked at Ian Prescott. "You weren’t nervous at all during the race. Did you already know something?"

Hearing this, Isabelle Sutton looked at Ian Prescott curiously.

Ian Prescott gave her a leisurely glance before his eyes landed on Evan Shelby’s face, the corners of his lips curling up slightly. "You’re overthinking it. What could I possibly know?"

Evan Shelby: "..."

’I wasn’t overthinking it at all, okay?’

’That old fox.’

Lawrence looked at Sienna Everett, his kind gaze filled with respect. "Sierra, your friends don’t know your identity yet?"

Sienna Everett replied, "I haven’t had the chance to tell them."

Keith Sterling immediately pressed, "What identity?"

Lawrence thought for a moment. ’Sierra said she hadn’t had time to tell them, which means she doesn’t plan on hiding it from these friends.’ He smiled. "The reason Sierra’s racing skills are so high is because... she is The God of Racing, Zephyr."

As his words fell, the entire dining room suddenly went silent.

Keith Sterling blinked a few times, his face a mask of disbelief. "Sierra, you... you’re..."

"You’re Zephyr?" Evan Shelby was baffled, his azure eyes full of confusion. "Isn’t The God of Racing, Zephyr, a man? Darling, are you secretly a man?"

Sienna Everett: "...I’m a woman!"

’She just used to wear a wig when she raced, so the fans thought she was a guy.’

Isabelle Sutton’s eyes lit up with excitement. "Sienna, you’re incredible! Man or woman, you’re just incredible!"

Sienna Everett: "..."

After his initial surprise, Orion Hawthorne, for once, didn’t bicker with Sienna Everett. "True. Man or woman, she’s amazing."

Sienna Everett: "..."

Only Ian Prescott, who had known all along, was enjoying the others’ shocked expressions with great amusement.

’If only Sienna were really his sister, how wonderful that would be.’

’It would be an honor for the Prescott Family.’

’That Everett Family... they don’t know how to appreciate her at all.’

After lunch, Sienna Everett accepted Lawrence’s invitation to tour his estate as his guest.

In the afternoon, she bid farewell to Lawrence.

After returning to the hotel, Sienna Everett rested for a while.

After dinner, Keith Sterling dragged her out to see the city at night.

"There’s a river nearby, and the view is spectacular, especially at night. We’re heading back home tomorrow, so we have to go see it today!"

Hearing Keith Sterling’s description, Sienna Everett grew interested too.

The group walked to the riverside together.

The river was wide and misty, with brightly lit cruise ships gliding slowly across its surface. On both banks, towering skyscrapers twinkled with brilliant neon lights, their shimmering reflections dancing on the water.

"So? The night view here is amazing, right?" Keith Sterling asked, as if looking for praise.

"It is," Sienna Everett nodded.

However, it was also very crowded, mostly with tourists from all over the world.

They hadn’t been there for long before the crowd of pedestrians grew larger, becoming a noisy, jostling mass of people pushing forward.

Keith Sterling turned around and realized they had all been separated by the crowd.

After they managed to regroup, Keith Sterling frowned. "Where’s Sierra?"

Ian Prescott immediately whipped his head around, scanning the area.

Evan Shelby asked, "Wasn’t she with you?"

"No, we all got separated just now." As Keith Sterling spoke, he quickly pulled out his phone to call Sienna Everett, but no one answered.

Orion Hawthorne frowned. "Let’s check the surrounding area again."

Isabelle Sutton was already searching everywhere.

But after searching the area, they couldn’t find any sign of Sienna Everett, and her phone still wouldn’t connect.

A sense of dread washed over Keith Sterling. ’It’s over.’

’Sierra... something hasn’t happened to her, has it?’