The Real Heiress Rules the World

Chapter 345 Racing with the Devil

“And what do you want, then?”

Lucas’s lips curled into a dangerous smile. “The loser crawls down the mountain.”

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The silver–haired man’s date leaned in to whisper something in his ear. His eyes lit up, and after a moment’s hesitation, he gritted his teeth. “Fine! I’ll take that bet!”

Two sports cars lined up at the start of the winding mountain road. Sloane fastened her seat belt and turned to him. “You can race?”

Lucas gripped the wheel with one hand, the other gently squeezing her fingers. “Samson dragged me into it a few times before.”

With a roar of engines, the race began. Lucas’s car shot forward like an arrow, pulling half a length ahead at the very first curve.

Through the rearview mirror, Sloane saw the silver–haired man pounding his steering wheel in frustration.

“Damn it!” he shouted. “No way!”

and again to pass,

peak, he suddenly swerved on the third hairpin, ramming his car

cars collided violently, Lucas’s vehicle skidding out of control, tires screeching across

spun around Sloane, but Lucas’s grip never faltered. In that critical instant, his hands worked with icy precision, slamming the wheel

His voice was glacial, a flash of danger

The next second, Lucas’s engine roared like a

girl in

pushing relentlessly. On every curve, he

You’re crazy! Someone’s going to die!” The silver–haired man’s voice cracked, his hands slipping

the car in a panic–only to see a line of sports cars waiting ahead, headlights blazing. Like a drowning man spotting land, he ran

toward them.

trying to kill me!” he screamed hoarsely. “That couple wants me

slammed open in unison, and a gang of racers

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6:42 pm

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