In the early spring when the weather is erratic, Natalie Vaughn tightened her clothes cautiously, not daring to relax for a moment.
The moment Zane Thorne stood by the car, his aura changed. Even from a distance, Natalie could almost see the confidence and wildness in his eyes.
She had once felt that version of Zane Thorne up close.
What was she thinking back then?
It was the absolute charm brought by talent and confidence. In the field of racing, Zane Thorne was the absolute conqueror, the controller who could easily manipulate every situation.
Natalie zoomed in with the camera, watching as Zane's hands, which had held hers before, slowly put on his helmet and meticulously adjusted the car's interior.
"Losing a race to Zane Thorne is an honor."
This sentence echoed in her mind again.
Everyone in the club's various positions treated this impromptu race with seriousness, and this scene once again made Natalie feel the immense influence Zane Thorne had in the racing world.
