“Hey, Brad. Look at that woman. She really came.”
When Brad went to the stadium to warm for the match, she Ciara. She was also warming up not far from where he was.
Bradley looked at her in disdain and he sneered, “What kind of cross-country does the woman play? Does she think she’s racer number 9?”
In the motorcycle racing circle, only one woman is admired and respected. That is the goddess, racer number 9. That woman is so good at this game, more good than most men.
Unfortunately, she has never shown her face on any occasion. She left as soon as she finished the race, she didn’t even want the trophy. The only thing they knew about her was that she always wore a jersey with the number 9, that’s why she was referred to as racer number 9.
When Amanda heard Bradley’s comment, she gav
