Rural Belle & Three Heirs

The motorcycle group buzzed with excitement following Tony's audacious message, and responses flooded the chat in no time.

[Tony, are you crazy? With your kindergarten-level skills, you think you can take us on? You're pathetic, even at bragging!]

[Yeah, Tony, I'll give you a three-lap head start and still lap you. Are you seriously delusional?]

[Tony, see you at the track. If I don't teach you a proper lesson, I'm not the best rider here.]

[For someone so green, you sure talk big. Tony, I'll see you there. If you chicken out, I'll rip those pathetic bristles you call hair right out!]

Tony's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile as he scrolled through the hostile replies. These idiots, he thought, relishing the moment; they used to bully him relentlessly, thinking he would never retaliate. This time, he was set on giving them a taste of real superiority.

He carefully read the messages from those in the group who had bullied him before, a surge of indescribable anger and determination rising within him. The past humiliations gradually transformed into an unwavering resolve in his heart. Tony understood that now was the best moment to prove himself.

He glanced at the motorcycle in the corner, feeling a surge of fighting spirit. Clenching his fists, he secretly resolved to change his fate with Chloe's support. With the backing and allies he now had, he was no longer the weakling to be bullied at will, but someone ready to face challenges as a strong contender.

Stashing his phone away, Tony strode to his motorcycle parked discreetly by the back door of the Martin Mansion. Just a few heartbeats later, Chloe, in full riding gear, slipped out to join him.

She climbed onto the back of Tony's bike, wrapping her arms around his waist. With a roar, they took off towards the track, the machine pulsing beneath them as they sped through the streets.

Meanwhile, at school, Liam was pulled aside by his sidekick, Eric.

"Mr. Martin, have you seen this?" Eric thrust his phone towards Liam, the screen alive with Tony's brash declarations. "That imbecile thinks he can beat us all? That loser can't even control a tricycle, let alone a real bike."

Liam's eyes scanned the messages, a sneer pulling at his lips. Tony was notorious for his big talk, always spouting grandiose claims but inevitably eating dust on race day. Liam had bailed him out a few times, more out of pity and his affinity for Tony's cousin —his personal idol-than anything else.

But today, Tony had crossed a line. He was boasting he could outrun everyone?

"Let him dig his own grave," Liam muttered with contempt. "If Tony wants to humiliate himself, what do we care? The fool's gonna lose more than just face again."

In track races, the stakes were always high-the winner consistently claimed something from the loser. Despite Tony's subpar skills, he couldn't resist challenging others, and over the years, he'd forfeited considerable cash and items.noveldrama

Eric shook his head, pondering aloud, "Mr. Martin, do you think Tony's talking big because he's got some backup this time?"

Liam's eyes narrowed, the question giving him pause. He replied thoughtfully, "You think he might have brought his cousin Zara?"

"Hard to say. If that biker is backing him, he's got every right to be confident."

Eric's reminder intrigued Liam. Although he had identified Zara as the mysterious biker he had been searching for, he'd yet to see Zara in action. Half a month ago, he had invited Zara for a few laps, but she had declined, citing a lack of interest. Whenever the topic of motorcycles came up in their conversations, Zara would mostly ignore it, brushing it off altogether.

Liam found this increasingly suspicious; someone with legendary status on the track was unlikely to be indifferent about riding. Today, if Tony had indeed brought Zara to the track, Liam had to witness her prowess firsthand.

With determination, Liam turned to Eric and said decisively, "Let's head to the track."

"Now? But we haven't finished school yet," Eric protested, glancing nervously at his watch.

Liam shot him a piercing look. "Go get us a leave of absence."

"For what reason?" Eric asked, hesitating.

Liam's irritation sharpened his tone. "Just say I have a stomachache and you need to take me to the hospital."

Hearing Liam's scheme, Eric couldn't help but admire his dedication. For a motorcycle race and the chance to see his idol, the otherwise lofty Liam was prepared to fake an illness. That was commitment.

Within half an hour, Tony arrived at the track with Chloe, who was clad in high-end motorcycle gear that concealed her identity. As soon as they appeared, the crowd encircled Tony, their jeers and taunts starting immediately.

"Tony, you ready to get your ass kicked?"

"Yeah, yeah, let's see you back up that big mouth of yours."

"What's with all the bragging? We all know you're pathetic on a bike."

The group had always taken perverse pleasure in bullying Tony. They jabbed at his head, their fingers poking cruelly.

Chloe could see the resignation in Tony's eyes-the same boy who was good to her, despite his flaws. His younger, outnumbered self didn't stand a chance against these aggressors, and his timid demeanor only fueled her anger. If she didn't stand up to them now, they would continue to torment him.

Chloe watched coldly, her arms crossed, standing firm behind Tony. The anonymity provided by her helmet gave her a fierce resolve. To her, those harassing Tony were essentially harassing her as well. After all, she was relying on the Gibson family for her position in Sovereign City, and Tony, for all his faults, was loyal to her.

As one of the bullies jabbed Tony's head particularly hard, it pushed Chloe's patience to the limit. The boy sneered, his verbal abuse escalating. "Tony, if you can't beat me on the track, I'll strip you naked and make you run three laps like the sad little clown you are. Just because your family's business is on the rise, you think you can strut around here? Not on my watch!"