Chapter 868 Quite Deserving of a Beating
Abella had just pulled up in front of a stunning mansion when her phone rang. It was Phillipe.
"Hey, what's up?"
"Visiting a friend. She hurt her foot."
"Who's this friend? Do I know her?"
"A really good friend. You haven't met her yet."
Abella looked up and saw Saskia hobbling out on crutches to greet her. She must have seen Abella on the security cameras and couldn't wait to come over.
"I'll introduce you next time."
Phillipe felt a warmth in his heart at Abella's words. "Alright, just don't stay out too late. Let me know when you get back to the hotel."
"Okay, bye." Abella hung up and saw Saskia struggling to get to her as quickly as possible.
"Take it easy," Abella said with a smile, quickening her pace.
Saskia wished she could fly. With just a few steps left, she tossed her crutches aside and threw herself into Abella's arms.
"It's been so long!" Saskia's eyes sparkled with joy.
When she wasn't smiling, Saskia's eyes were like ice, giving her an ethereal beauty. But when she smiled, the ice melted, revealing a stunningly beautiful woman.
"Already ditching the crutches?" Abella teased. "You said it wasn't serious."
"It'll be fine in a few days." Saskia beamed at her. "You must be hungry. I had a bunch of delicious food made for you. Come on, you'll love it."
Abella picked up the discarded crutches, smiling as she helped Saskia inside. "Now that you mention it, I am a bit hungry."
"Then eat a lot. Stay over tonight? It's been ages since anyone kept me company."
Saskia lived alone with her staff. Clare and the others were usually too busy to visit.
"I didn't bring any clothes to change into."
"That's no problem! I have plenty of new clothes. We're the same size, so you can wear anything of mine." Saskia was determined not to let her leave so soon.
Abella couldn't refuse such hospitality and agreed.
The dining table was laden with a variety of delicious dishes. After greeting Abella, the staff bowed and left.
It was just the two of them at the large table.
"This is a celebration dinner for you." Saskia poured her some tea and called their friends. "Guess who's here?"
"How come you and Abella are together?" Clare sounded surprised. "What are you eating? It looks amazing."
"I'm still busy here, and you guys are already having a feast. Last time I visited, you didn't prepare anything this fancy," Another friend teased.
"Yeah, I didn't get this treatment either," Another friend chimed in.
"Abella did me a huge favor today. This is her celebration dinner! Even though you guys aren't here, we're still going to have a great time. Cheers!"
Clare, in her bedroom, picked up a glass with some water and raised it. "Cheers to Abella, the best!"
The other friends grabbed whatever they had nearby—juice, soda, water—and joined in the toast.
"Abella helped you out, and all she gets is this food? You better have a gift ready," One friend joked.
"Yeah, Abella, don't be shy. Take whatever she gives you."
"Anything less than a six-figure gift isn't enough for Abella making the trip," Clare added with a laugh.
"Abella isn't as materialistic as you guys. Right, Abella?" Saskia smiled at her. "She helped me out for free! That's what real friends do. Take notes, everyone."
The friends continued to tease Saskia about being stingy.
"Saskia, so cheap with your true friends."
"Abella, when she comes back, we'll help you get even."
They chatted for a while longer until Saskia said, "Alright, enough. The food's getting cold. Abella and I have some secrets to share."
She ended the video call and started piling food onto Abella's plate.
Abella looked at the mountain of food in front of her, her eyes twinkling. "That's enough."
"There's more outside. After we finish here, we can go to the yard for some barbecue and warm up by the fire." Saskia was clearly excited. "I heard tonight's race was the most thrilling in the racing world, with sparks and smoke everywhere."
"It wasn't that dramatic," Abella said with a smile.
"I heard Sterling was so mad he lost his cool. I knew you'd win the championship as soon as you entered." Saskia had seen Abella drive before and knew how skilled she was. Once, when a hitman was after Abella, she had driven so expertly that Saskia was in awe.
They had also raced together a few times. Although Abella always let her win, Saskia could tell Abella was far superior.
Most people raced for the thrill, but Abella's skills were honed for survival.
"What's on your mind?" Abella's long lashes fluttered like butterfly wings, her smile warm and intimate.
"Nothing. Just heard from Clea that Sterling was so weak, Mr. Medici had to step in, and even he lost to you. That must have been a huge blow to his pride."
Abella was a bit surprised. "Is Mr. Medici that good?"
"He's a world-renowned racer, never lost a race. No one knows his real name. He always wears a helmet, so no one's seen his face. He usually doesn't bother with underground races."
Saskia couldn't help but ask, "Did you see his face tonight? What's he like?"
Without thinking, Abella replied, "He looks like he needs a good punch."
"Must be really annoying then."
"He asked about you."
Saskia was taken aback.
"You know him?" Abella's gaze fell on her.
Saskia was puzzled. "No, maybe he noticed I wanted to win his track and open it to the public? Oh no, he won't hold a grudge, will he? You know why so many people fear the Drift Team? Even Sterling, who causes trouble all the time, gets away with it because Mr. Medici backs him..."
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