She's out of Your League Now (Millie and Winston)

League 435



*I saw a woman get in the car just now. Is she the same woman who won at Ambrose Street last time?" one of the spectators asked.

"Stop talking and focus on the race!*

Millie's car was speeding along, maintain a steady pace. On the other hand, Kennedy chose not to accelerate, rather, he trailed closely behind her car.

He intended to witness Millie's turn around the corner firsthand. It was to further confirm her true identity as Seven.

Millie sensed their suspicions about her identity. This time, she decided not to speed up when turning at the road. She glanced back with a smile, aware of Kennedy's watchful eyes.

Hence, she purposely opted for a different strategy, emulating the tactics of other racers. While turning, she subtly increased her speed and showcased her drifting skills. The tires made a mark on the ground, showering sparks that highlighted the tire logo.

Upon seeing this, the audience immediately cheered. Meanwhile, Kennedy was taken aback by her sudden change in strategy.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Millie swiftly left Kennedy in the dust as she turned the corner. Kennedy was left with no other option but to give chase

Yet her speed was beyond reckless. She slammed the accelerator to its fullest extent, causing everyone to feel a chilling numbness down their spines

It was worth noting that they were racing on a mountain road. While it might be a race, there was surely no need to push the speed to such an extreme.

Kennedy suspected that Millie was using the car race as an outlet for her discontent. He wondered whether her divorce from Winston was

responsible for her sour mood

Without hesitation, Kennedy hurried to chase Millie in order to avoid losing by a large margin. Despite his best efforts, Seven proved to be the superior car racer,

Kennedy knew that if he missed the chance to surpass her, he would lose the opportunity. Without a doubt, Millie won the game.

Kennedy experienced an unexpected setback by losing two consecutive games. He always sought out Seven and ennerly challenged her, believing he had the skills to defeat his role model. As soon as Millie stepped out of the car, she gestured for him to remove the helmet and reveal his true identity. "Remove it."

Kennedy suggested awkwardly, "Can we go somewhere with fewer people?"

Millie chuckled. "Are you shy?"

There was no reason for a grown man to feel shy. Kennedy touched his helmet as he approached Millie.

Millie gazed intently at him, catching glimpses of his face through the occasional rays of light filtering through the helmet. She was certain she knew him. When the helmet was removed, Kennedy's handsome face was revealed.

Millie grinned. "Mr. Sullivan?"

Kennedy pursed his lips and shook his head. He ran his fingers through his hair, effortlessly giving it a bouncy and stylish touch. When he looked up, she could clearly see his long eyelashes. There was no denying that Kennedy was quite handsome. However, these men seemed to pale slightly in comparison to Winston.

"Yeah. It's me," he replied calmly and smiled.

Millie pouted, asking, "Why did you act so mysterious?"

She removed her helmet and walked off. Kennedy followed.

As Millie rested against the car, a cool gust of mountain wind swept through, making her shiver. Kennedy offered her a can of beer, casually asking "Care for a drink?" Mille rested her back against the car, peering down at the match. "I drove here. I can't drink"

"Tamange a driver to send you back” he replied with a smile.

Millie asked. "Are we familiar with each other?"

Mille still remembered Winston warning her to stay away from Kennedy. Even though Kennedy hadn't done anything wrong yet, Millie felt his intentions were not good.

It was clear that he wanted to build a close relationship with her, and it seemed like he had planned it for a long time.

"We have the potential to become very close. Kennedy replied

Millie was amused. "But I'd rather keep a bit ostance between us."

"Millie," he abruptly called out, making Millie even more uneasy

Despite her disguise, he was still convinced that she was Millie and Seven What kind of person was he? What did he want by approaching her?

"I'm not Millie." She still intended to hide her true identity

With a smile, he cracked open a can of beer and took a long sip. He replied sternly, "Hmm. You're not Millie."

His words made her uneasy. Thus, she decided to go for another round. Since she was already there, she might as well enjoy herself. She asked,"

Another round?*

He shrugged and didn't expect her to race again. "I've been drinking."

She sneered as she waved and left to join another race.

As Kennedy sipped his drink, his gaze was fixed on Millie's race. It was clear that she had no recollection of him, but he could never erase from his memory the moment they first encountered each other.

He thought, "Millie... I hold your secret."

Gradually, Kennedy's eyes lowered, a helpless smile forming on his face. She was such a foolish woman.

Millie played late into the night before heading home. On her way, she spotted a 24-hour convenience store and decided to stop to satisfy her hunger with a burrito.

As she came out of the store with the instant noodle, she found a bench to sit on. She was facing a small, quiet square.

Millie felt better after eating. She looked up and glanced into the distance while chewing slowly.

Every now and then, a few cars

zoomed by on the road. It was 2:30 am and very dark, with no signs of daylight approaching, Millie took another bite and then leaned on the bench.

At that moment, footsteps echoed at the side, O voice shouted while another attempted to intervene.

"Who does she think she is? How dare she try to divorce me? I swear I'll fucking kill her!" "That's enough. Life for a couple is always filled with challenges. It's good to let each other go." "Why did I work so hard? Isn't it just for her? What's wrong with me cheating on her once?"

Millie was speechless. She slowly turned her head and spotted two drunken men approaching her.

A man with long hair and an unkempt beard angrily cursed, "She deserves to be beaten! Women these days deserve it!"

"Spouses are designed to complement one another. Be more rational,"

Millie overheard the words of the two people and couldn't resist glancing again at the second man who spoke. He seemed decent.

Millie looked away with a helpless

smile. As the saying went, birds of a

feather flocked together. She

wondered how these two different

people ended up spending time together,

As she was lost in thought, her foot was suddenly stepped on. Millie quickly pulled her foot back and looked up. It turned out to be the drunkard. At that moment, the decent man was no longer with him.

Millie frowned. Before she could respond, the man reprimanded her, "Bitch!"

She remained silent, unwilling to cause any trouble as the man was drunk, As she stood up to leave, he suddenly grabbed her arm.

She asked coldly, "What are you doing?"

The man pointed at her. "I know you."

"I'm sorry. But I don't know you," Millie said, shaking off his arm and trying to leave.

He quickly stopped Millie and exclaimed, "You must be Millie Caldwell, the eldest daughter of the Caldwell family."

His stutter brought a touch of humor to the situation. However, Millie turned serious. "No, I'm not. You've got the wrong person."