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!”

tail, trying again and again to pass, only to

suddenly swerved on the third hairpin,

skidding out of control, tires screeching

faltered. In that critical instant, his hands

voice was glacial, a

the mirror, the silver–haired man saw the car miraculously stabilize. His stomach dropped. The next second, Lucas’s engine roared like a beast awakened, surging back at

girl in

tail, pushing relentlessly. On every curve, he struck with terrifying control, each calculated

crazy! Someone’s going to die!” The silver–haired man’s voice

forced to stop. He tumbled out of the car in a panic–only to see a line of sports cars waiting ahead, headlights blazing. Like a drowning man spotting

toward them.

to kill me!” he screamed hoarsely.

and a gang of racers gathered.

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6:42 pm

345 Racing