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

Chapter 531

Yvette gazed at the Lamborghini ahead, her long eyelashes casting shadows over her enigmatic eyes. With her eyebrows subtly arched, a playful smile graced her lips as she spoke, "Is the outcome already determined? I believe humanity can overcome destiny" Yvette pressed the accelerator fiercely. In the passenger seat, Oliver's heart somersaulted.

He thought. This is reckless.... Yvette dares to accelerate at a moment like this. Is this truly the end for me? My life might be forfeited today. I'm still a virgin! Couldn't I at least liave one last chance? Help me!

Onlookers watched as Yvette's Maserati surged forward and knew her intentions. She was utterly insane.

Cheers, screams, and shouts erupted on the Death Road.

"Oh my God, she's lost her mind! She's accelerating and challenging the divine; it's exhilarating!"

"I can hardly breathe; this girl is amazing! I've never seen anyone speed through the last three turns like this."

"I declare this the best underground race I've seen in years. It's a shame this girl might meet her end at the cliff."

"Oh heavens... Is she drifting? And still accelerating? Incredible! Her speed is incredible.

Just as the crowd buzzed with excitement, Yvette's Maserati swiftly caught up with Benedict's Lamborghini in the first turn, executing three accelerations.

The two cars raced side by side, their chassis grinding against each other. Fear crept into Benedict; in that fleeting moment of hesitation, he lost his advantageous position.

Yvette's tires grazed the mountain road as she maneuvered around the bend again. In the blink of an eye, the Maserati had overtaken the Lamborghini.

The positions had switched dramatically. Yvette's Maserati now led, leaving Benedict behind.

turn of events left the spectators silent, their faces frozen

who sat wide-eyed Her dark eyes glinted with amusement

peril that Oliver and the others had recognized moments before. Instead, she leisurely engaged him in conversation, ignoring the gravity of the

her, this so-called death road posed no real threat-just a test of

bit embarrassing, but reflecting on how Yvette had seen him kneeling at the manor

lack the talent. I've raced before, finished last twice, and once

taken aback by Oliver's lack of skill; her hand on the steering wheel faltered for a moment before she nodded nonchalantly. With a dispassionate demeanor, she replied, "Maybe you should consider a different hobby." Oliver's heart shattered

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also physical control. From what I see, you

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appear underdeveloped, your physique seems frail, and your control is off. This sport

brutal truths. Underdeveloped, frail, off...

to resignation; if things went wrong in the next turn, maybe he could just leap from the car.

Oliver, while in

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

wouldn't surpass Yvette again;

without needing to push harder in

once more. This time, her acceleration wasn't about competition but

is she doing? She's already won; why take such a dangerous risk in the

boundaries? Whoever bet against this girl