Their Mistake, Her Rise - Chapter 98: Chapter 98
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In the end, Philip didn't say anything more. He just watched as Zoe turned around and walked toward the registration desk. He stood there, stunned for a moment, before following her to the registration area.
After Zoe finished signing up, she was on her way back when Philip, who had been running, caught up with her.
Philip acted as if nothing had happened. He walked up to Zoe with a smile and invited her casually, "Hey, wait up, Zoe. Tomorrow's my birthday, and I'm planning to invite the whole class to my birthday party.
"It's going to be at the Twilight Ridge racetrack. It starts in the evening. You'll come, right?"
His easygoing and lively demeanor was a far cry from the cool and distant Philip that everyone at school talked about. Outside of school, Philip was surprisingly approachable.
Zoe thought for a moment, then agreed without hesitation, "Sure, I'll be there."
Time flew by. Since nothing much happened at school, everyone was excited when they were invited to Twilight Ridge racetrack for an outdoor birthday party.
It was understandable. Every year, Philip's birthday party was a big deal. And this year was bound to be even more spectacular than the previous ones.
It was because Philip had chosen the racetrack at Twilight Ridge as the venue. As everyone knew, Jelonsburg was mostly flat, and places like Twilight Ridge, with its steep slopes, were few and far between.
This made Twilight Ridge a hotspot for racing enthusiasts, with professional drivers coming here every day to practice their skills.
Philip, the school's heartthrob, might be young, but he was already a professional race car driver. Although racing was more of a hobby for him compared to his other talents, it was still impressive.
By the time Zoe arrived at the foot of Twilight Ridge, the sun was about to set.
The racetrack was already set up for a simple party, complete with giant speakers, hot models, exquisite desserts, and a three-tier birthday cake. It was clear that this was going to be a birthday party filled with Philip's thrilling and high-octane racing performance.
Just then, with the roar of the race car engine, a sleek, bright red Ferrari sped in. It performed a lightning-fast drift just a short distance from Zoe before coming to a smooth stop.
The door of the red Ferrari opened sideways, and Philip stepped out. He took a bottle of water from someone nearby, took a sip, and then poured the entire contents over his head.
His tousled short hair, handsome face, and youthful appearance as he shook off the water droplets instantly set off a round of screams from the girls.
One girl screamed, "Philip!"
Another girl shouted, "Philip is so handsome."
Someone said, "Philip! I want to move to the civil affairs office right here and register to marry you. I want to have your babies!"
Among the crowd, even Cheryl and Eunice couldn't contain their racing hearts.
"Eunice, I feel like I'm going to suffocate. Philip is just too handsome," Cheryl said excitedly, then suddenly grabbed Eunice's wrist. She said, "Eunice, look! Philip is walking toward you. He must be coming for you."
Philip simply wiped his hair with a towel and walked straight through the crowd toward the girls.
Eunice's heart was pounding. Although she hadn't felt the same way about Philip since she met Shawn, Philip was still the man she used to love the most.
Now, seeing this amazing guy walking toward her amidst everyone's screams, her sense of vanity was fully satisfied. She couldn't help but straighten her back, waiting for Philip to come closer.
One girl whispered, "Is Philip going to take this birthday party as an opportunity to confess to Eunice?"
Another chimed in, "I think he is. They're a perfect match."
Someone said, "They're just too compatible."
Some students were egging Philip and Eunice on.
By this time, Philip had already reached Eunice. Eunice's vanity was through the roof. She thought, 'What if Philip really wants to confess? Should I accept him?
'But I already have a new target. Compared to Philip, I admire the legendary warrior even more. What should I do?'
While Eunice was hesitating, unsure of how to respond, Philip spoke up, "Excuse me."
Hearing this, others thought, 'Excuse me? Not a confession? Not coming for Eunice?' Everyone present was stunned, including Eunice herself. In that moment, she felt like the laughingstock of the entire venue, utterly humiliated.
Philip, without any hesitation, walked past Eunice and approached Zoe. He said, "Zoe, you made it."
Unlike his treatment of Eunice, at this moment, Zoe seemed to have become the most special person in Philip's eyes. Philip spoke to Zoe in the gentlest tone he had ever used, "I knew you'd come. How are you holding up?"
"Not bad," Zoe replied indifferently.
Philip let out a soft chuckle. He said, "Is that so? How about you join me for a lap around the track? Don't worry, I'll go easy on you!"
Their interaction was like that of old friends, which left the students who knew how aloof and indifferent Philip used to be wide-eyed and astonished.
Eunice's eyes were practically on fire. Before Zoe came back, Philip only showed a hint of emotion when he was with Eunice.
For the sake of Zoe, Philip had said "excuse me" to Eunice, a cold remark that made Eunice look like a fool in front of everyone. Anger and humiliation surged within Eunice. She thought, 'Zoe, you shouldn't even exist.'
Cheryl stepped forward at that moment. She said, "Just running a lap, what's the fun in that?" As she spoke, she walked ahead with a fierce smile.
With a deliberately harsh tone, she spoke directly to Zoe, "Zoe, you think you're so great, right? You can fight, you can do business. Are you really that versatile? Are you also a pro at racing?"
Cheryl's words were like a spark in a powder keg, instantly igniting the entire venue. Everyone turned to look at Zoe, waiting for her response.
Sure enough, given Zoe's usual competitive nature, her answer would undoubtedly be: "Absolutely."
Zoe had participated in no less than a hundred international racing championships. Every time she stepped off the battlefield, she would immerse herself on the racetrack, speeding and racing like a maniac.
Only in this way could she feel the last breath of life amidst the war-torn battlefield, reminding herself that she was still alive.
After running so many races, people gradually gave Zoe an undeserved nickname—Fox.
After Zoe finished signing up, she was on her way back when Philip, who had been running, caught up with her.
Philip acted as if nothing had happened. He walked up to Zoe with a smile and invited her casually, "Hey, wait up, Zoe. Tomorrow's my birthday, and I'm planning to invite the whole class to my birthday party.
"It's going to be at the Twilight Ridge racetrack. It starts in the evening. You'll come, right?"
His easygoing and lively demeanor was a far cry from the cool and distant Philip that everyone at school talked about. Outside of school, Philip was surprisingly approachable.
Zoe thought for a moment, then agreed without hesitation, "Sure, I'll be there."
Time flew by. Since nothing much happened at school, everyone was excited when they were invited to Twilight Ridge racetrack for an outdoor birthday party.
It was understandable. Every year, Philip's birthday party was a big deal. And this year was bound to be even more spectacular than the previous ones.
It was because Philip had chosen the racetrack at Twilight Ridge as the venue. As everyone knew, Jelonsburg was mostly flat, and places like Twilight Ridge, with its steep slopes, were few and far between.
This made Twilight Ridge a hotspot for racing enthusiasts, with professional drivers coming here every day to practice their skills.
Philip, the school's heartthrob, might be young, but he was already a professional race car driver. Although racing was more of a hobby for him compared to his other talents, it was still impressive.
By the time Zoe arrived at the foot of Twilight Ridge, the sun was about to set.
The racetrack was already set up for a simple party, complete with giant speakers, hot models, exquisite desserts, and a three-tier birthday cake. It was clear that this was going to be a birthday party filled with Philip's thrilling and high-octane racing performance.
Just then, with the roar of the race car engine, a sleek, bright red Ferrari sped in. It performed a lightning-fast drift just a short distance from Zoe before coming to a smooth stop.
The door of the red Ferrari opened sideways, and Philip stepped out. He took a bottle of water from someone nearby, took a sip, and then poured the entire contents over his head.
His tousled short hair, handsome face, and youthful appearance as he shook off the water droplets instantly set off a round of screams from the girls.
One girl screamed, "Philip!"
Another girl shouted, "Philip is so handsome."
Someone said, "Philip! I want to move to the civil affairs office right here and register to marry you. I want to have your babies!"
Among the crowd, even Cheryl and Eunice couldn't contain their racing hearts.
"Eunice, I feel like I'm going to suffocate. Philip is just too handsome," Cheryl said excitedly, then suddenly grabbed Eunice's wrist. She said, "Eunice, look! Philip is walking toward you. He must be coming for you."
Philip simply wiped his hair with a towel and walked straight through the crowd toward the girls.
Eunice's heart was pounding. Although she hadn't felt the same way about Philip since she met Shawn, Philip was still the man she used to love the most.
Now, seeing this amazing guy walking toward her amidst everyone's screams, her sense of vanity was fully satisfied. She couldn't help but straighten her back, waiting for Philip to come closer.
One girl whispered, "Is Philip going to take this birthday party as an opportunity to confess to Eunice?"
Another chimed in, "I think he is. They're a perfect match."
Someone said, "They're just too compatible."
Some students were egging Philip and Eunice on.
By this time, Philip had already reached Eunice. Eunice's vanity was through the roof. She thought, 'What if Philip really wants to confess? Should I accept him?
'But I already have a new target. Compared to Philip, I admire the legendary warrior even more. What should I do?'
While Eunice was hesitating, unsure of how to respond, Philip spoke up, "Excuse me."
Hearing this, others thought, 'Excuse me? Not a confession? Not coming for Eunice?' Everyone present was stunned, including Eunice herself. In that moment, she felt like the laughingstock of the entire venue, utterly humiliated.
Philip, without any hesitation, walked past Eunice and approached Zoe. He said, "Zoe, you made it."
Unlike his treatment of Eunice, at this moment, Zoe seemed to have become the most special person in Philip's eyes. Philip spoke to Zoe in the gentlest tone he had ever used, "I knew you'd come. How are you holding up?"
"Not bad," Zoe replied indifferently.
Philip let out a soft chuckle. He said, "Is that so? How about you join me for a lap around the track? Don't worry, I'll go easy on you!"
Their interaction was like that of old friends, which left the students who knew how aloof and indifferent Philip used to be wide-eyed and astonished.
Eunice's eyes were practically on fire. Before Zoe came back, Philip only showed a hint of emotion when he was with Eunice.
For the sake of Zoe, Philip had said "excuse me" to Eunice, a cold remark that made Eunice look like a fool in front of everyone. Anger and humiliation surged within Eunice. She thought, 'Zoe, you shouldn't even exist.'
Cheryl stepped forward at that moment. She said, "Just running a lap, what's the fun in that?" As she spoke, she walked ahead with a fierce smile.
With a deliberately harsh tone, she spoke directly to Zoe, "Zoe, you think you're so great, right? You can fight, you can do business. Are you really that versatile? Are you also a pro at racing?"
Cheryl's words were like a spark in a powder keg, instantly igniting the entire venue. Everyone turned to look at Zoe, waiting for her response.
Sure enough, given Zoe's usual competitive nature, her answer would undoubtedly be: "Absolutely."
Zoe had participated in no less than a hundred international racing championships. Every time she stepped off the battlefield, she would immerse herself on the racetrack, speeding and racing like a maniac.
Only in this way could she feel the last breath of life amidst the war-torn battlefield, reminding herself that she was still alive.
After running so many races, people gradually gave Zoe an undeserved nickname—Fox.
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