Sierra Vincent's face changed instantly.
"Despicable!"
She muttered the words under her breath.
She swung her hand and slapped towards Dirk Carter's face.
Dirk was quick to react.
He caught her wrist in mid-air.
Leisurely, he said, "Looks like the Wyvern Mountain racing goddess doesn't think she will definitely win, huh?"
This statement immediately ignited Sierra Vincent's competitive spirit.
She bit her lip.
She said, "Alright, if you can beat me, I'll spend the night with you."
"Wrong, it's sleep with me for a night."
Dirk smiled as he spoke.
Though reluctant, Sierra couldn't lose face as the Wyvern Mountain racing goddess, so she confidently said, "If I lose, I'll sleep with you for a night!"
"Sister Knife..."
The people nearby tried to stop her.
Sierra waved them off and said, "Relax, I won't lose."
Then, she looked sharply at Dirk and asked, "Which track are we racing on?"
"You're the Wyvern Mountain racing goddess, so let's race on Wyvern Mountain."
