Quincy quickly hung up and answered as if nothing had happened. “A friend is entering a design competition and has invited me to come along.”
After hearing that, Leonard seemed relieved. “I heard the investor of Centaurus is also joining the competition. I thought you were going to be his navigator...”
He paused and looked at her with soft affection. “Quincy, once you fully recover, come back and be my navigator again, alright?”
Quincy gave a faint mocking smile. Leonard was busy practicing with Cora and didn’t even know she had already completed her rehabilitation training.
“We can talk about it later,” she brushed him off.
There was nothing left for them in the future anymore.
Quincy’s leg wasn’t badly hurt, so she was discharged from the hospital that night.
Early the next day, she reached the training grounds on schedule and met Rocco.
He was much younger than she imagined, with a good figure and a face that was far too handsome.
Quincy greeted Rocco, then changed into a black racing suit and smoothly settled into the driver’s seat.
Rocco took the passenger seat and fastened his seat belt.
Quincy paused for a moment. “You’re my navigator?”
Rocco smiled as he handed her the helmet. “What, you don’t trust me?”
Quincy said nothing. She took the helmet, put it on, and started the engine.
The moment the racecar shot forward, Rocco instinctively grabbed the handrail.
A faint smile appeared on Quincy’s lips as she pressed hard on the accelerator.
She had not driven a race car in years, but the instincts carved into her bones had never faded.
She drifted cleanly through several sharp turns. The tires screeched against the ground, kicking up dust.
Rocco pressed his lips together slightly, his eyes darkening.
Not from fear, but from surprise.
“You’re far better than I expected,” he said.
The smile on Quincy’s lips deepened as she kept her eyes fixed ahead and sped toward the next turn.
After one lap, the race car came to a smooth stop at the finish line.
Rocco clapped his hands and smiled. “I take back my earlier words. You’re way better than I expected.”
Quincy took off her helmet, her long hair falling over her shoulders.
She was not treating this competition like a game.
She wanted the championship.
Rocco looked at her with a deep gaze as if he had already known her for a long time. “Why did you suddenly accept my invitation?”
After a short silence, Quincy calmly replied, “Because some things should belong to me again.”
If she had not discovered the truth behind the accident, maybe her greatest wish would have been staying by Leonard’s side as Mrs. Barnes and raising children with him.
But now, she only wanted to be herself.
During the next half month, Quincy went to the training ground every day without fail.
Rocco carefully worked with her during training, and over time, the two developed strong teamwork.
They understood each other without needing to speak. A single look or movement was enough.
After training that day, Rocco handed Quincy a bottle of water.
“The race is the day after tomorrow. Nervous?”
Quincy accepted it with a smile and shook her head. “No.”
She had waited a whole month for this day.
Rocco nodded softly before asking, “Quincy, have you ever thought about why I was so determined to sign you?”
Quincy looked at him quietly, waiting for him to continue.
But Rocco said nothing more. Something unreadable flashed through his eyes.
Quincy did not press him for an answer. She was not curious. All she needed to do was to do her job properly.
On the way back to the villa, she received a news notification.
[Former racing genius Leonard announces his comeback, appearing publicly at the track with a new navigator.]
Below the headline was a photo.
Leonard and Cora stood beside the race car, their fingers tightly intertwined as they smiled at the camera.
Quincy stared at the photo with a calm expression that was almost frightening.
They would not be smiling for much longer. The police had already informed her that they would arrest them as soon as possible.
The next day, Quincy went to the race track to collect her number plate and ran into Cora.
“What are you doing here?” Cora glanced at Quincy from head to toe, her eyes full of mockery. “You can’t still be dreaming of becoming Leonard’s navigator, right?”
