Fake heiress Real heroine

Chapter 33

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“How’s that? Pretty exciting, huh?” Stanley asked, leading her to the best spot and pointing to the cars zooming below.

Quinlyn nodded slowly,

She’d been in cars with criminals before, sometimes even hiding in the trunk just to track them. When the car sped up, it was like every bump jolted her, and her heart raced like crazy.

Seeing her eyes locked on the cars, Stanley thought she was into it. He grinned and added, “Til do a couple of laps for you so you can see how it’s really done.”

But Quinlyn shook her head firmly and said in a serious tone, “It’s too dangerous,”

She couldn’t understand why anyone would want to drive that fast without being ready for a high–speed chase.

“Don’t worry. I come here all the time. The track is super safe, Stanley assured her, clearly enjoying how worried she was. His own excitement just kept growing.

Her trust in Larry as a friend had sparked his competitive side. Now, he was determined to show her who the real pro was on

the track.

As he turned to look for Larry, he spotted him in the stands below, clearly arguing with someone.

Stanley frowned. He quickly turned back to Quinlyn and ordered, “Stay here. I’ll go check it out.”

Without another word, he dashed off, his long legs carrying him quickly across the stands.

Quinlyn, not tall enough to see what was going on, could only hear some voices. Stepping out of the stands, she walked down the corridor and leaned against the railing for a better view. Down below, she saw Larry face–to–face with a group of

guys.

There were about seven or eight men in their thirties, all rough around the edges. Tattoos peeked from under their sleeves, and their eyes screamed trouble.

“Larry, don’t do anything stupid,’ Stanley said, grabbing Larry’s arm to stop him from getting any closer. “This is your place. If you don’t want to race, no one can force you. Just get them to leave.”

say anything, the group of men burst into laughter.

now on, the mountain road track’s reputation is ruined. Larry’s known for taking on anyone, but it looks like he only picks easy fights,

are you calling a kid? Let’s race. One round for

grin only got wider. “Alright, I admire your courage. One round it is. Let’s settle

eyes, “How do you want

the limit. “But here’s the thing, Larry. You gotta race

backing down. Without hesitation, he nodded. “Fine. But if you can’t pay up when

sharply and headed toward the garage, ready to gather his

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back. “Can’t you see they’re here to cause trouble? They’re after you! What

Face?”

“If something happens, it happens,” he said, shrugging. “If they want

to get exasperated, but then something stopped him. He remembered his younger days and how reckless he used to be lost and directionless. His head throbbed, the weight of the memory hitting him hand

saw the big guys standing by their

hair, smirked as he said to the bald man. Looks like taking him out will

like him don’t have a clue. They’re just lucky they were born into

eyes were cold, full of malice. “If he didn’t have money, his illegitimate siblings wouldn’t have paid

if we could cripple him–make sure he’s useless for the rest of his

We’re supposed to push him off the guardrail on the curve. The

the yellow–haired guy mumbled, scratching his head, but he reluctantly

wasn’t until the group entered the rest area that Quinlyn stepped out from the shadows. She lingered, watching them leave with

so much time on the border, she knew the signs. She

had definitely killed before.

it sounded like they were hired to do

time, their target was

the ones Larry had commented on, calling them “Cinderella’s glass slippers. He’d insisted they were pretty, so he’d swiped his card to buy them for her.

fancy dress, one that was way too

something clicked in

hardening with resolve. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a small utility knife and moved

car revving softly as he lined up alongside a row of professional