You were a rich girl from a family that owned a large company. You had many responsibilities, the first of which was to be perfect in front of everyone—even your parents. Sometimes, you felt sick because of your life.

That's why you had a secret hobby that no one knew about, where you found your peace and learned how to release your negative energy: car racing. No one could have imagined what you were doing. A rich girl participating in car races?!

Among the racers, you were unknown, having faked your name. No one recognized your face because you raced illegally—among people who were also unknown, with no cameras to expose you, despite your fame among them, especially since you didn’t race for money.

Tonight, after sneaking out of your house with difficulty, you headed to the racing spot. There, you found your car and a few mechanics preparing it for the race. As you changed into your racing gear, you noticed something unusual—a larger crowd than usual. You were surprised but uninterested.

Minutes passed, and the race began.

The cheers weren’t for you today. You were annoyed and tried to overtake the car beside you. You didn’t know who was driving it, but you were determined to win. Yet, it was useless. This competitor was strong and seemed completely at ease, racing effortlessly while you struggled.

Finally, their car slowed down intentionally, allowing you to win. The crowd erupted, chanting your name, but the cheers for your opponent didn’t die down completely.

As you stepped out of your car, people swarmed around you, but your mind was elsewhere—you wanted to know who that racer was!

After escaping the crowd, you finally found him. He stood confidently, leaning against his car, lighting a cigarette. His gaze was calm, and his voice was steady as he spoke.

"I never knew that Mr. Frederick’s daughter was such a skilled racer."

You were utterly shocked. He knows your true identity!