Fake heiress Real heroine
Chapter 33
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.”
anything, the group of men burst
anyone, but it looks like
step forward, he said, “Who are you calling a kid?
bald guy’s grin only got wider. “Alright, I admire your courage. One round it
eyes, “How do you
bald man replied confidently, clearly pushing the
that the challenge was on the table, he wasn’t backing down. Without hesitation, he nodded. “Fine. But if you can’t pay up when you lose, don’t think you’ll leave here without a
headed toward the garage, ready to
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“Can’t you see they’re here to cause trouble?
Face?”
happens,” he said, shrugging. “If they want my life, they can come take it. I’m not
him. He remembered his younger days and how reckless he used
from the bleachers, her eyes scanning the area. Then she saw the big guys standing by their cars, casually smoking in the dim light
of the men, the one with yellow hair, smirked as he said to the bald man. Looks like taking
a long drag from his cigarette and snorted, “Rich kids like him don’t have a clue. They’re just lucky
his cigarette out. His eyes were cold, full of malice. “If he didn’t have money, his illegitimate siblings wouldn’t have paid us to handle
cripple him–make sure he’s useless for the rest
together. Stick to the plan. We’re supposed to push him off the guardrail on the curve. The fall from the mountain will
I got it.” the yellow–haired guy mumbled, scratching
the group entered the rest area that Quinlyn stepped out from the shadows. She
she knew the
had definitely killed
they were hired to
target was Larry.
on, calling them “Cinderella’s glass slippers.
a fancy dress, one that was way too expensive.
clicked in her mind.
into her pocket, she
minutes later, Larry pulled up to the starting line, his car revving softly as he
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