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Chapter_532
“Your analytical skills appear underdeveloped, your physique seems frail, and your control is off. This sport isn’t suited for you; I suggest you skip it.” Oliver forced a strained smile. He craved comfort, not brutal truths. Underdeveloped, frail, off… Each descriptor weighed heavily on him. Lowering his gaze, he surrendered to resignation; if things went wrong in the next turn, maybe he could just leap from the car. If death was coming, so be it.
In the Maserati, Yvette kept chatting with Oliver, while in the Lamborghini, Benedict brooded darkly.
Now it was Yvette who was pressing ahead, and Benedict had been frightened moments before. By letting the Maserati overtake him, he realized that to speed past her, he’d have to take the same lethal risk-one he didn’t dare to contemplate.
Benedict understood he was facing a skilled opponent, and the pallor settled on his face.
This realization ensured he wouldn’t surpass Yvette again; his mindset had completely collapsed.
Just as everyone thought Yvette had secured victory without needing to push harder in the next turn, she executed a jaw-dropping maneuver that left onlookers in awe.
The car surged forward once more. This time, her acceleration wasn’t about competition but a test of her limits.
“What is she doing? She’s already won; why take such a dangerous risk in the final turn? So reckless!”
“Is she challenging her own boundaries? Whoever bet against this girl might end up deeply regretting it!”
“What good does regret do now? Who would have thought this girl would be so formidable? She’s more imprese than a
pro driver! When did such a talent emerge in racing?”
“Her drifting skills around corners are unmatched; few can rival that control. It’s terrifying”
Inside the car, Oliver felt relief wash over him as Yvette sailed past the final turn. His heart soared at the sight of the finish line, exhilaration flooding through him.
He never imagined he’d finish first in a race, especially on a track called the death road.
That thought electrified him, even if it was thanks to Yvette’s prowess; he still felt a sense of pride.
Yvette’s Maserati crossed the finish line first, sending the crowd into a frenzy.
Some scouts from professional teams had already fixed their sights on Yvette, eager to recruit her.
As Yvette stepped out of the Maserati, her expression remained unperturbed. Oliver, bursting with pride, hopped out of the passenger seat and moved over to her. “Yvette, you were incredible! We won! It’s a miracle; we defeated Benedict, the king of underground racing!”
Yvette, unhurried, peeled off her gloves. The wind tousled her hair, and her unadorned face held a divine beauty that demanded attention. Tilting her head slightly, she replied languidly, “Not a miracle, but merely skill.”
Oliver’s triumphant smile faltered. While her statement was undeniably true, it carried an air of arrogance. Truly, Yvette was formidable. 10:12 Tue, Dec 24 GG
