Hamilton felt that Amelia Wright had come back to life, but it was merely a change in her mindset, a desire to live well for a few days. Amelia Wright got into Hamilton’s car. Just as Hamilton was about to start the car, Amelia said, "Put the top up." "It’s easy to get a headache from the wind." Hamilton said speechlessly, "A person like you, who drives so fast, is afraid of the wind?" Amelia fastened her seatbelt: "My health is not very good." Only then did Hamilton look at Amelia’s face; it was still that breathtakingly beautiful face, but slightly pale with a hint of illness. Hamilton wanted to smack his forehead; his mind was filled with racing thoughts and nearly forgot about Amelia’s poor health. He quickly put the top up. Hamilton took Amelia to the racetrack where everything had started. Seeing Amelia looking around, Hamilton explained, "Don’t worry, it’s safe here now. There are no more reckless gamblers. Elijah Jefferson has cleaned up the area; it’s now a proper racing club." Back then, when Amelia came to help Hamilton race, those who saw her were left with a deep impression, but Amelia was disguised as a man then. Now, wearing a dress with a delicate and sickly look, no one recognized her. The two of them got out of the sports car, looking like a street punk and a fragile fairy—completely mismatched. Someone called out from afar, "Yo, Little Hamilton, who’s the person you’re bringing along today? Your girlfriend?" Hamilton hurriedly explained, "Strong, don’t speak nonsense. This is my mentor, the one who taught me racing!" The things seen at Imperial Garden left an indelible impression on Hamilton. He didn’t know whether Amelia Wright had divorced or not, but he knew if rumors spread that Amelia was his girlfriend, he’d be in trouble at Imperial Garden. Anyway, he regarded Amelia as a mentor; whether she acknowledged him as her student was none of his business. There was a burst of laughter around: "Hamilton, your shamelessness is breaking our understanding. To woo a girl, you even call her mentor." "Where did you find such a mentor, help me find one too." ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝙣𝙚𝙩 "And me, I want one too." The teasing was good-natured, showing that Hamilton had a good relationship with this group. Hamilton couldn’t explain, nor did he want to say more, so he eagerly looked at Amelia and said, "How about we do a lap now?" When everyone saw Hamilton unhesitantly give his driver’s seat to Amelia, the laughter stopped. Everyone knew that Hamilton guarded his beloved car and driver’s seat like a hen protecting her chicks; no one was allowed to touch it. Not even if a fairy showed up could she get him to give it up. Now that he did, it could only mean one thing: this woman was possibly his mentor. Suddenly, everyone became interested, gathering around in curiosity. Amelia settled into the driver’s seat, adjusting the seatbelt so it wouldn’t press on her stomach. Amelia said coolly, "I don’t teach. I’ll drive a lap; you just watch." Hamilton nodded quickly, watching Amelia without blinking. There was no race today; club members were practicing by themselves. Every practice session had a professional record keeper. At the signal, the race car set off. Hamilton saw that Amelia was very calm, not overly focused or serious, just starting off with a serene composure. Yet, in that second, she moved with rapid reflexes. The start tests a driver’s reaction speed. As she sped along, reaching the bend, it was stable, very stable. Hamilton couldn’t help but ask, "Your driving style this time is completely different from the last; it’s so stable. Is it because there’s no opponent and you’re practicing alone?" Amelia only replied, "First comes stability, then everything else." Hamilton grew quiet, pondering Amelia’s words. Yes, it seemed he had always been thinking wrong, always contemplating improving skills and showy techniques but never realizing everything needed a foundation of stability. The car was fast, lap after lap. Sitting in the passenger seat, Hamilton’s eyes grew brighter. Although Amelia didn’t specifically teach him anything, just letting him watch, he felt he truly gained something from today’s run. Amelia drove the car, shedding all depression like a last, jubilant dance before dying. She even felt a sense of unprecedented relaxation and enjoyment. Everyone in the club watched the car speeding along. Very stable, very fast, offering a smooth comfort. "This woman’s driving skills are quite something." "What ’this woman,’ that’s Hamilton’s mentor. Call her senior!" "Hamilton is really lucky to have such a skilled mentor who is also so beautiful." As everyone enthusiastically discussed, no one noticed a car speeding towards the club, with a man inside pulling off his tie with his right hand. Despite wearing a full suit, he exuded a suppressed wildness and brutality. Godfery Shaw had arrived. Without Hailey Smith, Godfery’s information was less timely this time. When he learned that Amelia Wright had gone to the racetrack again, an anger surged within him, nearly clouding his reason, sending a wave of irritability through his body despite being unharmed. How dare she go racing again? What if something happened? If something happened to Amelia, what point would there be in eliminating all potential dangers? The onlookers saw a black car directly smash through the guardrail, charging onto the racetrack. "Hey, stop it, this is a private club, what are you doing?" "Quick, stop him, he’s rushing onto the track." "He’s trying to intercept Hamilton’s car!" Someone got into the car to chase and try to stop Godfery Shaw. Godfery directly intercepted Amelia Wright’s racing car on the track. With the cars in close contact, Amelia saw it was Godfery Shaw blocking her. "Squeak!" A sudden brake. Amelia stopped the car abruptly due to the sudden braking; the seatbelt tightened painfully. She quickly unfastened it, her abdomen hurting a bit. Hamilton hurriedly asked, "Amelia, are you okay, are you hurt?" Amelia shook her head, frowning, her face becoming even paler. Seeing this, Hamilton got out of the passenger side to start a commotion. The people in the chasing car also got out. At this moment, Hamilton noticed a person stepping out of the opposite car. A height of nearly six feet three inches towering above the crowd. Hamilton, fueled with anger, paused upon seeing Godfery Shaw and immediately shifted direction, stopping his teammates. Just kidding, it wasn’t worth risking life and limb to oppose this guy. Young Master Shaw was definitely here for Amelia Wright. Hamilton would never forget the possessiveness and pressure that Young Master Shaw exuded towards Amelia Wright back at Imperial Garden. Life was precious, so he made a prompt retreat. Hamilton got into his teammate’s car, ready to make a quick escape with them. On the track, it was just Amelia Wright and Godfery Shaw. Amelia asked inexplicably, "Godfery Shaw, why have you come again?"