Chapter 303

The drone camera captured Evelyn Laurent stretching her wrists at the starting line. Her high ponytail swayed as the black tracksuit accentuated her snow-pale complexion.

"On your marks—"

Timothy Gold's voice barely faded before Evelyn launched forward like a cheetah.

Approaching the first hurdle, she tapped the ground lightly with her toes. Her body soared through the air in a flawless arc, landing without even stirring dust.

The obstacle pit loomed ahead. She vaulted in, palms bracing against the walls. With a powerful core twist, she flipped over the edge effortlessly—as though she'd practiced the move a thousand times.

Danmu exploded across screens:

[Holy shit that was insane!]

[Queen Evelyn slays! Those core muscles!]

At the one-meter wall, Evelyn suddenly accelerated. Her right foot kicked off the surface while her left hand gripped the ledge. A graceful front flip carried her over.

Hugo Rothschild's pupils constricted. He'd just cleared the third hurdle when the black-clad figure was already sprinting toward the balance beam.

Thud.

Evelyn knocked on the cabin door just as Beatrice Quincy crawled out of the pit, disheveled. Dirt streaked her ruined updo and tracksuit.

Live stream comments scrolled wildly:

[The skill gap is ridiculous]

[Evelyn is legendary!]

[Where are the haters now?]

A crew member stammered, "Y-yes, the mystery guest is inside..."

Evelyn shook her ponytail, breathing as steady as if she'd taken a leisurely stroll. She glanced back at the course—Hugo was scaling the final obstacle wall, sweat glistening at his temples.

The drone caught the feral curve of her lips. That satisfied smirk of a well-fed predator.

"Seems I won decisively."