Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez by Selina Gorges

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As the corners approached, Yvette maneuvered her Maserati with incredible speed. Two bends were perilously close, yet she skillfully navigated each one, the two cars closely intertwined in the chase. Oliver, initially filled with trepidation, was now engrossed in the unfolding drama. Even though he had doubts about Yvette surpassing Benedict, he felt reassured that the loss wouldn't be too disheartening. He had to admit that Yvette's driving skills were the best he had seen among girls. Her reckless racing style was undeniably impressive, revealing a fierce tenacity reminiscent of her character. The final stretch consisted of relentless sharp turns, marking the climax of the race. In those moments, true endurance would be tested, pushing both man and machine under intense pressure. Oliver glanced at Yvette's profile, words caught in his throat. Sensing his hesitation, Yvette briefly turned her focus from the road and said. "If you have something to say, speak up."

Recovering from his shock, Oliver's complexion still showed some pallor. He questioned whether Yvette was truly human: how could she remain composed and chat during such a dangerous moment, where one misstep could lead to disaster? His voice faltered as he stammered, "Even if you lose, I can make sure you won't have to go with Benedict. Let's aim for a loss that's not too embarrassing-safety first." With a mischievous smile, Yvette replied, "Oh? What's the plan

Oliver's eyes glinted with obvious disdain. "Benedict's team is looking for investors. Even if we lose, as long as my brother is willing to spend, Benedict will definitely let you off." Yvette gave a cold, mocking smile, her gaze sharp and unyielding. She smoothly accelerated and shifted gears, casually saying, "Too bad that I don't want to let him off. Oliver was taken aback. Does Yvette truly believe she can beat Benedict?"

Before he could ponder further, another curve loomed ahead. Yvette swiftly pulled the handbrake, the roar of the engine reverberating as they barely grazed the edge of the bend.

In his Lamborghini, Benedict no longer exuded the confidence be once had. After years of racing, feeling Yvette's Maserati so closely behind him was alarming. It confirmed that Yvette wasn't just skilled; she was impressive enough to match him. At that moment, Benedict began to take Yvette seriously, slightly increasing his speed through the turns.

On the sunlit mountain road, the two supercars glistened-one red and one blue-tearing through the winding paths in a dazzling display, drifting around corners. The red Maserati swept through each curve like a whirlwind.

Dust swirled as high-definition cameras broadcast the spectacular race live, the crowds at the starting line were ecstatic They never imagined a woman could race alongside Benedict like this.

Anyone familiar with racing could see that Yvette's Maserati forced Benedict to accelerate repeatedly.

Each car was outfitted with cameras. While the interior dialogues went unheard, the expressions of the drivers and passengers were vividly displayed.

stark contrast beads of cold sweat glistened on

in the surveillance room of the villa, Braydon watched Yvette's stunning visage on the monitor. His gaze was intense, tenderness

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to breathe. He had no idea what Braydon planned or

years, he had monitored the Seventy-Two Chambers for Braydon, an undercover sentinel near Charles. Billy didn't dare lift his eyes to meet Yvette's face on the monitor-a visage that haunted every

treacherous bends, he furrowed his brows.

Goodman, Yvette

eyes ablaze with intensity, shifting between fury and resignation. "She shares everything

himself even

with icy resolve. "Prepare the

"I have it ready right away, Mr.

the dimly lit villa, Braydon's face flickered ominously in the shadows, the scar

Death Road, the Maserati and Lamborghini had already left all other competitors

As they

of the mountain road, the next three corners would be crucial. If Yvette's Maserati couldn't overtake Benedict's Lamborghini during this

mirror, Benedict spotted Yvette's car, mentally planning his next

his speed, barring any sudden acceleration from Yvette, he believed she couldn't surpass him in the