“You’re not my fan, are you?” A race car driver who was eyeing Andolie’s beauty also stepped forward, eager to get close to her.
You’re such a crazy car fan, but I like it!” Another nearly naked blond man stood in front of her, his towel around his waist about to fall off.
Andorli quickly averted her gaze, feeling utterly embarrassed and unsure what to say.
Oh my God!
She had only wanted to eavesdrop on whether Yano Zenji was in the locker room, but now she had been caught red-handed and surrounded by a group of race car drivers she didn’t know. The way they were staring at her made her feel like a female sex maniac.
“I, I’m not a fan of any driver, I—” Andorli had never seen so many naked men in her life and was stammering, unable to form a coherent sentence.
“I’m not a fan of any driver…”
“Then what are you? A female sex maniac?” An older race car driver stepped forward in surprise.
Ah! As expected, they were starting to suspect her. Now, whatever she said or did seemed wrong. Who could tell her what to do?
Andorli’s heart sank. They wouldn’t send her to the police, would they? Her, the daughter of a distinguished diplomat, being treated like a sex maniac?
“Whether you’re a sex maniac or not doesn’t matter. You’re so beautiful. Why don’t you be my girlfriend during my time in Europe? Our next race ends in Monaco. I can take you with me, what do you say?”
“I don’t want to go to Monaco, please let me go—” She struggled, her face pale.
“What’s all this noise? How can anyone rest?” A deep, familiar male voice suddenly sounded from behind her.
Andorli’s heart skipped a beat, quickly recognizing the voice belonged to Yano Zenji!
“I’ve finally found you!” Turning around, their eyes met, and excitement flashed in Andorli’s eyes.
The moment he saw her, Yano Zenji’s sharp eyebrows raised, and a deep light passed through his dark eyes.
Great! It seemed he still remembered who she was.
“I came specifically to find you, but I was mistaken for a sex maniac,” Andorli gave a pitiful look. “Please help me!”
