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Chapter 235 Wishes Do Come True

Table Mountain stood on the outskirts of Aquapolis, infamous for its precarious landscape. Though dangerous, the peak housed a wide space, perfect for racing.

The mountain saw itself visited by hordes of people, especially the younger and richer people who were on a hunt for thrills. They were like sharks drawn to blood.

The car slithered up the winding path.

Maggie was quiet. Too quiet. She rolled the window down and leaned on her seat, spacing out.

As they drove up the mountain, the road lay silent under the cloak of darkness, punctuated only by the wind’s whispers and distant animal calls from the forest.

The night air brushed against Maggie’s skin, leaving a gentle shiver in its wake.

Earlier, lost in a whirlwind of alcohol, Maggie drank without care, blending various concoctions. In this surreal moment, she hovered in a haze, her mind a blend of confusion and clarity.

After another thirty minutes, a spectacular scene unfolded before them. Luxury cars of every kind dotted the landscape, surrounded by scantily clad women, men with bold hair colours, rich individuals, and captivating heiresses.

The dimly lit space glowed with strung lights, while vendors hustled to sell beer and beverages. Crowds. gathered, discussing the race’s prospects and debating over the most captivating women.

Amidst the thumping music, a vivid and lively atmosphere materialised, almost akin to stepping into another realm filled with its own distinct vitality. Maggie had the urge to race a few laps.

She was not a pro behind the wheel because the Camerons mentored her; it was more like she picked up the skill to cover for Sierra.

Sierra might be young, but she had a knack for stirring up trouble, especially when the Camerons have her back. Maggie had been in tight spots where Sierra was hunted down, and try as she might, she couldn’t shield Sierra from harm the first time around.

Whenever she came back from that scrape, Olivia and Ronald would shoot her these pitying, sort of disappointed looks. Maggie would drown in guilt, beating herself up over it. So, she decided to turn things. around, seeking advice and dedicating herself to sharpening her racing skills.

It might’ve been an unorthodox route, but it sure did the trick. Racing on Table Mountain became her thing, often teaming up with Leo for the thrill. Out there, it was all raw and risky, every manoeuver counting on the brink of danger. But with her innate gift, and despite a few knocks, her driving improved significantly.

For a while, she avoided driving in the city, afraid that once she took the wheel, she’d yearn for speed uncontrollably. The rush and unpredictability had become oddly comforting during restless times. But with the Camerons preoccupied and her vision lost because of Sierra’s antics, the chance to drive slipped

away.

the modification spot, where a burly guy in a tank top

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by the curb, snagging two beers

the attention of many, eliciting

plain white dress that accentuated her slender frame and porcelain skin, she commanded the gaze of all who

by the stares, Maggie

the beer, shedding his

bad mood.

to her with a gentle murmur, “You

her head back, downing the beer in

surprising her with how enjoyable alcohol could be. In that moment, she just

it fast left her with reddened eyes, glossy lips, and pupils alight

confessed, a wry smile playing on her lips

anyone’s gotta know, it has to

mid–sip, eyeing her intently. “How

out a soft laugh. “Maybe thirty?

horizon,

took a beat before speaking, his words measured,

‘Dream Venom, Maggie answered in

devoid of any warmth, leaving only a chill in his gaze.

from here?” Leo’s gaze softened as

exchange, asking

smile, Maggie’s desolate face held a touch of determination, her almond eyes piercing and cold. “Of course, I’ll drag the Camerons

half years

time to dismantle the

about

mind but