When Julian dedicated his Monza championship victory to his "muse" Isabella on live television, I didn't cry. I merely recalled the hidden Monaco medical archives. They proved he instinctively shielded Isabella during a garage accident, leaving me to take a heavy blow that nearly killed our unborn twins. I logged into the system and permanently revoked the encryption key to my AI chassis model. After tricking Julian into signing a separation and patent withdrawal agreement, I joined his deadliest rival. My immediate price was enduring his vicious public smear campaigns alongside a high-pressure pregnancy completely alone. As I boarded a midnight flight, Julian was still celebrating. He remained oblivious that his invincible car was now useless scrap without my dynamic data calibration. What will he do when we finally face off on the track?