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.

the spectators silent, their

Her dark eyes glinted with amusement

Oliver and the others had recognized moments before.

so-called death road posed no real threat-just a test

with tension etched in his posture, inhaled deeply. It was a bit embarrassing, but reflecting on how Yvette had seen him kneeling at the

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

she nodded nonchalantly. With a dispassionate demeanor, she replied, "Maybe you should consider a different hobby." Oliver's heart shattered instantly, he had hoped for a bit of consolation from Yvette. "Yvette, I know I lack talent, but could you

accelerate, processing Oliver's words. Her eyes

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talent and calculation but also physical control. From what I see, you lack

86%

and your control is off. This sport isn't suited

He craved comfort, not brutal truths. Underdeveloped, frail, off... Each

wrong in the next turn, maybe he could just leap

kept chatting with Oliver, while

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 opponent,

Yvette

needing to push harder in the next turn, she executed a jaw-dropping maneuver that left

time, her acceleration wasn't about

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

she challenging her own boundaries? Whoever bet against this