The director's voice fell silent.
Chris Jung moved over to Caroline Edwin, and sincerely complimented, "Your riding skills are excellent. I hope we could compete again in the future. I want to experience your true strength."
If it hadn't been for the delay in saving someone earlier, the first place probably wouldn't be his.
Caroline took off her worn leather gloves, her helmet tucked under her arm, and her ponytail held high, crisp and neat.
"The Movie King, Chris, also doesn't lack in riding abilities." She hooked her lips into a smile, an air of nonchalance about her.
Chris Jung was indeed a worthy and respectable opponent.
Chester Quinn removed his gloves, his palms filled with marks from the reins, looking ghastly.
With his head down to hide his expression, he put his hands behind his back to not make others worry. Only, the fresh blood seeped out, staining the ground.
His expression was one of desolation, "I'm sorry... "
